Scar groaned, "Ugh," as her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the blinding brightness of an unfamiliar room.
Wait... a room?! she actually awakened from that bizarre nightmare where guards in black forcibly took her away while her parents stood by?Startled, she sat up on the plush bed, quickly scanning her surroundings. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was in a hotel room. But why would she wake up from the nightmare only to find herself in a hotel room?This could only mean one thing..."Damn! It wasn't a dream!" Scar cursed, frustration evident in her voice as she ran a hand through her blonde hair.Looking down at her hands, she noticed the faint hues of blue and purple. "These hands," she muttered, realizing that the bruises were likely caused by the black clothes."That oaf of a bodyguard!" Scar exclaimed, her anger boiling over. "Stupid bastard son of a biscuit!"But then, a wave of confusion washed over her.Why had they brought her to a hotel room instead of her husband's house? "Goddammit, shut the f*ck up!" she scolded herself. "He is not your husband!"'Alright, calm down, Take a deep breath and gather yourself. You‘ve got this!' Scar chanted inwardly, trying to calm her racing heart. But damn, she was so close to losing it.Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribcage. Or maybe it already had.She groaned, wishing she had a phone. If only she could get her hands on one, she could call Natalie.Phone... Yes! The hotel should have a telecom. With renewed determination, Scar jumped off the bed and hurried to the other side, searching for the telecom that was usually left for customers on the bedside table.To her disappointment, no telecom was to be found. These people had planned ahead, huh? Ha! What did she expect from professional criminals?!"God, for once, please help me," Scar murmured, feeling the weight of her predicament. She began to contemplate her next move. Jumping out of the window seemed too risky, so that was definitely a no-no mission. She wasn't about to risk her life like that.But what options are there?But Damn, those hotel staff!Couldn't they see she was being kidnapped? They should've called the police!Or maybe they thought they were shooting a movie?Those bastards might've used that lame excuse. Shooting a movie, seriously? Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the hotel room door swung open, causing her to jump and quickly sit back on the bed.A group of about four women dressed as maids entered the room, each carrying makeup and dress equipment.She gave them a skeptical look, wondering if they had the wrong room. But her doubts vanished when she heard their next words."Good morning, young miss. We're here to get you ready for your wedding.""Wait, what?!" She shrieked and yelled like a banshee at their words.Wedding?What bullshit wedding?!She shook her head, "You’ve really got the wrong room."The leader’s brow creased.How is is that possible?She then asked, "Aren’t you Miss Oslon?"Scar exhaled and nodded unwillingly."Then we’re in the right room, it’s your wedding day Miss Oslon" the leader spoke again with a smile. "Congratulations Miss Oslon" as if on cue, the others also congratulated her.Scar winced at the absurdity of the situation. If this had really being the wedding of her dreams, she definitely would have smiled back and openly accepted their congratulations.But no, this wasn’t that wedding she always dreamed of.This was a nightmare wedding.God! wasn’t weddings supposed to be the happiest days of every girl’s life.Why did she feel like she was the unluckiest person alive?She felt miserable. Double reasons for her not to get married!She’d be more miserable!Without a second thought, the maids tried to touch her, but she yelled out, "Don't touch me!"Seeing her sudden outburst, they gave each other a skeptical look."You all should leave this minute!"She added."But Miss Oslon_" "Don’t Oslon me and get the hell out!" She yelled and threw a pillow at the poor girls.The maids scurried away like scared mice, away from this mad woman.Scar let out a loud groan of frustration. "It's morning already? And the dreaded day?!"God please no!As Scar fell onto the bed and reached for a pillow to hide her face, the door swung open once more.The girls entered with a newfound determination.Scar's eyebrow raised in surprise as they approached and forcefully lifted her up."Let go of me you bimbos!" She fought back, screaming and even cursing her own powerlessness against her fellow women.They successfully dragged her into the bathroom and tossed her into the bathtub. "Time for some pre-wedding pampering Miss Oslon" the leader announced with a coy smile.Time for revenge for shouting at us.With mischievous grins, she whipped out a container of wax and said, "Ready for a smooth and silky transformation?"Scar's eyes widened in horror as she realized what they had in mind. "Wait, wait! I don't think waxing is part of the normal pre-wedding routine!" she protested, trying to wriggle free.But her pleas fell on deaf ears as they gleefully applied the wax, turning her into a human candle.Scar fake sobbed at these bimbos' wicked attitudes. They didn't spare any part of her body and scrubbed till she turned as red as a tomato.She couldn't help but wonder if this was the standard wedding day torture for all brides-to-be.They tossed and turned her like a rag until they were satisfied, leaving her skin twinkling like a star. In that moment, Scarlett cursed her parents in her heart for subjecting her to this hilarious yet agonizing ordeal.But as the pain subsided and Scar looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't deny the results. Her skin was smoother than ever before, and she had to admit, it did have a certain glow to it. Maybe those bimbos knew what they were doing after all.To hell what was she saying?!These bimbos were heartless.They all glanced at her now glowing skin and nodded in unison.Then pulled her into the room and in front of the mirror.She glared at them, marking all their faces at the back of her mind.She’d surely pay them back the favor.Scar's expression remained blank as the maids continued to shower her with praise for their own efforts. She knew that her beauty was merely a canvas for their skillful makeup application.Alice, the leader of the maids, smiled and enthusiastically snapped various pictures of Scar. She believed that showcasing Scar's beauty on Instagram would attract more followers and potential patrons.Scar sat there, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a face that screamed, "I'd rather be anywhere else." If this was her dream wedding, she'd probably be so ecstatic that she could drop dead from the sheer grandeur of the makeup. But alas, this charade was nothing short of repulsive. As the unbearable squealing continued, Scar felt a surge of frustration rising within her. Just when she was about to lash out, the door swung open, and in walked a man who could make hearts skip a beat. Scar couldn't help but think, 'Wow,' as she admired his handsome features, from his mesmerizing smile to hi
Two years later, In a not so spacious living room and on a pink colored sofa, there sat Natalie, in front of the TV, savoring a delicious burger. Her early morning burger cravings were still going strong, just like old times.Just then, the sound of heels echoed through the house, Natalie's head snapped towards the stairs. Her mouth fell open in disbelief as she laid eyes on Scarlett, her best friend, standing there with her stunning blonde curls and shining blue eyes. The past two years had been tough for Scarlett, but seeing her looking so beautiful in her corporate office outfit brought tears to Natalie's eyes. Scar went from 'damsel in distress' to 'corporate goddess' in just two years!Natalie couldn't believe her eyes! She quickly set aside her beloved burger and stood up, letting out a low whistle of amazement. It was clear that Scarlett's stunning transformation had left her utterly speechless. Natalie's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she e
In a secluded area of New York, nestled amidst lush greenery, stands a magnificent grand house that exudes an air of elegance and mystery. The house, a sprawling mansion, is a sight to behold with its intricate architecture, towering columns, and ornate details. Its pristine white exterior contrasts beautifully with the surrounding landscape, creating a captivating visual spectacle.The the sight of the garage, a haven for car enthusiasts would leave one awestruck.The garage was filled with an impressive collection of cars, each one more luxurious and sleek than the last. From classic vintage beauties to modern sports cars, the collection showcased a wide array of automotive marvels. The guards stationed around the property added an element of security and intrigue, dressed in sharp uniforms and maintaining a vigilant watch over the premises.In this overly beautiful house, two men were seen engaged in a heated argument.Or more like the younger one, was nagging the elder looking
Scar sat among the cluster of nervous candidates, her fingers dancing effortlessly over her phone's screen like nobody’s business.While the room pulsed with tension, she seemed blissfully unaffected, engrossed in a rapid-fire exchange of messages with Nat about her latest online man.'Seriously for goodness sake, I’m having my interview!' She yelled inwards at the disturbance Nat was dropping on her.As she furiously typed away, the other candidates exchanged perplexed glances. They couldn't even fathom how she could remain so composed, seemingly detached from the collective anxiety that could kill them right now.Some even shot disapproving looks her way, silently questioning why she acted stupid.Amidst the heavy tension, Scar couldn't contain her frustration with Nat’s detailed account of that her online guy. She rolled her eyes at her phone, muttering under her breath. Unbeknownst to Scarlett, her eye-roll was the subject of speculation and eye-rolling among her fellow candidat
"You're hired," he said, leaving her speechless. She couldn't believe it. After all the strange questions he had asked during the interview, she never expected to actually get the job."Wait, really?" she blurted out, still trying to process the sudden turn of events.He looked at her, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Don't you want the job?" he asked, making sure he hadn't misunderstood her reaction.She’d better not dare refuse the job.She quickly shook her head, realizing she had given off the wrong impression. "No, no! I definitely want the job!" she exclaimed, a mix of excitement and relief flooding over her."Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, a frown on his handsome face, "Get started!"She jumped up from her seat, trying her best not to trip over her own excitement. But as she looked at her new boss, she couldn't help but notice a hint of grumpiness beneath that handsome face of his."Sir, what do I do?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hesitation and curiosit
Scar couldn't believe her bad luck. She had walked into the office, full of hope and excitement, only to be greeted by a handsome boss who turned out to be a real devil in disguise. Talk about a plot twist.As she looked down at her coffee-stained shirt, she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and anger. She had thought Seb was kind, but it seemed like his character was as deceiving as his good looks. That handsome face had fooled her big time.Determined to survive this job and show everyone what she was made of, Scarlet set her sights on one goal: getting that "bimbo" Michelle out of the firm. The challenge was on, and Scar wasn't about to back down. It was a battle of wits, and she was ready to fight tooth and nail.But amidst her frustration, she couldn't help but find humor in the situation. She Walked out of the office and chuckled to herself, thinking, "Who knew finding a job would come with a side of drama?"Seb, her once-beloved "Handsome Adonis," had failed her
Finally, the day was over, Scar stepped out of the office building, the weariness evident in her movements. The day had been long, and the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on her small shoulders. God knew that if killing was illegal, she’d have killed that Damn CEO.The bustling streets of New York City stretched before her as she made her way to the side of the road, the yellow glow of taxi lights painting the asphalt in hues.With a tired sigh, Scar raised her hand, and a taxi glided to a stop in front of her. The driver looked at her expectantly as she slid into the backseat. She told him her address, her voice reflecting the fatigue she felt.The taxi maneuvered through the labyrinth of New York's streets, the cityscape a tapestry of lights and shadows. Scar gazed out of the window, lost in thought as the urban symphony played around her.Finally, the taxi arrived at her destination. Scar paid the fare, swish of bills exchanging hands. As she stepped out onto the familiar s
As the sun peeked through the lacy white curtains, it couldn't resist playing a game of hide-and-seek with a certain beautiful face. The rays of sunshine danced mischievously, trying to land on her nose, but Scar's sleepy expression made it a challenging task.In her dreamy state, Scar stirred like a graceful sloth, her limbs tangled in the bedsheets like a professional contortionist. With one eye half-open, she clumsily reached for her phone, hoping it was still the crack of dawn. But alas, the digital numbers mocked her with their bright red glow, displaying the dreaded time: 9:00 am.A gasp escaped Scar's lips as she realized she had overslept, her heart pounding like a bongo drum. With a swift kick, she launched herself out of bed, her hair looking like a wild bird's nest, and her pajamas looking like they had been attacked by a kitten.In her rush, Scar stumbled over her own feet, performing an impromptu dance routine that would make even the most seasoned ballerina jealous.