Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.

My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".

On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."​

It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.​

At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"​

I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."​

This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.

I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.​

By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.