LOGINFive years ago, Skye discovered that her husband was about to be killed by a chandelier, so she stepped in and saved him, leaving the Chandelier falling on her face. This accident gave her a deep scar on her face which made her very ugly. She was bullied, hated and discriminated just because of her face. Skye had hope that her husband loves her despite her ugly looks but not until she caught him cheating on her with her secretary. Like that wasn't enough, he humiliated her, denied her baby and even watched his mistress push Skye over the rooftop. They both believed that Skye is dead but after two years, Skye returns back to the city as the most beautiful woman in the world alongside her new fiancé, Phil. She had gone through a facial surgery and is back to the city for one thing, which is REVENGE!
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“Congratulations, Mrs. Wade. You have successfully transferred the Preston Group of Companies to your husband! All deals have been signed, and the effective date starts today!” I accepted the documents from the contractor with a smile. I had just signed over my father's company to my husband’s name. And I knew Felix would be thrilled with the news. The legal team gathered around, offering handshakes and congratulations as cameras flashed. The media captured every moment, snapping photos and recording videos. But as soon as the formalities ended, I called over the Manager of Preston Group, who also happened to be my personal assistant. “I don’t want this news to go public just yet,” I said quietly. “I want it to be a surprise for Felix.” He nodded promptly. “Understood, Ma'am.” With a smile, he handed me a folder. “Here you go, My Lady. These are the final transfer documents. Every signature is in place. All that’s left is Felix’s signature. Once your husband signs the documents, the deal will be officially sealed.” I took the documents and beamed. Today wasn’t just any ordinary day. It marks my five years of being married to Felix Wade, the CEO of Wade Group of Companies Five years ago, after losing my parents in a tragic fire accident, Felix had stood by me. People used to mock me because of how ugly I looked. They called me ugly and fat, but Felix never cared about my looks. He stayed. I fell in love with him when he defended me publicly, shutting down everyone who tried to put me down. Since then, I’ve done everything to support his business and help it grow. And today, I wanted to do something unforgettable for him. With a hopeful smile, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, eager to make sure he hadn’t reached home yet. I had decorated our room just for him, a romantic setup waiting to be revealed… along with the documents. “Dear customer, the person you are calling is on another call. Please hold on, or try again shortly...” I sighed, disappointed, and ended the call. I quickly typed a message. > Hi, babe. Please come home as soon as you can. I have a surprise for you! I hit send and began walking toward my car. A few seconds later, I saw the “read” notification appear on the screen—but there was no reply. I frowned, staring at my phone, a bit confused. Felix usually responded instantly. Still distracted, I barely noticed the woman walking toward me until I bumped into her. Her bag slipped from her shoulder and landed on the pavement. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching down to help her. “I wasn’t looking.” “Watch where you’re going, girl!” she snapped, dragging her bag from the ground. I straightened, about to apologize again, when she squinted at me. “And what’s up with that scar on your face?” she asked mockingly. Reflexively, I pulled my scarf up to cover the long scar on my left cheek. “Don’t tell me you’re blind because of that thing. Is that why you didn’t see me coming?” Her voice dripped with venom. I shook my head quickly. “I—I’ll pay for any damages,” I murmured, trying to deescalate the situation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “If it were that easy to fix damages, then start with the one your face just caused to my mood.” “You’re very ugly—and fat on top of that! I bet you weigh more than an elephant,” she sneered. Her words cut deeper than I expected. I’d heard these kinds of insults before. Many times. But no matter how strong I tried to be, they still stung. Still lingered. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a steadying breath and tried again—my voice low and calm. "I'm so sorry once again... please." I bowed my head slightly and walked away without waiting for another word. My heart beated fast as I hurried to the car. The moment I slid into the back seat, I looked up at the driver. "Drive. Now," I said, voice trembling. "Where to, Ma'am?" he asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I wiped the tears slipping down my cheeks. "Home. Just take me home." He nodded and started the engine, pulling out of the parking space. As the car rolled down the quiet street, I reached into my purse and pulled out a compact mirror. I stared at my reflection. The right side of my face was flawless. Smooth. Almost beautiful. But the left side... A deep, jagged scar stretched from my cheekbone to the edge of my jaw. The skin was warped and uneven—permanently marked. I sighed, closing the mirror slowly. I used to only be called fat. That alone was harsh enough in this world. But five years ago, after marrying Felix, I became fat and ugly in the eyes of everyone around me. The scar happened not because I was careless—but because I saved him. Back then, Felix had enemies in the business world. One day, I overheard that someone planned to kill him by rigging the chandelier in our hotel suite. Just as we entered the room, I noticed it swaying above him. Without thinking, I ran and pushed him out of the way. He fell backward, landing safely—but I wasn’t so lucky. I lost my balance and fell flat on my back. The chandelier came crashing down. It shattered and burst into flames as it hit my face. That was the day my life changed. That was the day this scar was carved into my skin. And since then, I've been fighting every single day. Fighting the whispers. The stares. The disgust. And sometimes… the silence from my own husband. Lately, Felix had grown distant. Colder. He didn’t touch me the way he used to. Didn’t look at me like I mattered anymore. Maybe this gift—the company—would change that. Maybe it would remind him who I am… remind him that I gave up everything for him. Just as I sank deeper into thought, the driver hit the brakes suddenly. “We’re here, Ma’am. We’ve arrived at the mansion.” Snapped out of my daze, I blinked quickly and wiped away the last of my tears. “Thank you,” I whispered as I stepped out of the car. I walked up to the front porch and pressed the bell. Ding-dong! The door opened a moment later, revealing one of our house staff. Her eyes landed on me—and for a split second, her expression changed. I smiled politely. “Is something wrong?” She hesitated, shaking her head quickly. “No, Madam. I was just… surprised.” Maybe she was startled by my scar. Or maybe it was something else. “Is Felix back from the office?” I asked. “Yes, he came back a while ago. He’s upstairs… in the room.” My heart skipped. No… not yet! I had planned everything in that room—the candles, the flowers, the lights, the gift. It wasn’t time yet. I sighed in frustration and clicked my tongue. Of all days for him to get home early... I turned to head up the stairs, but the servant's voice echoed. “Madam, wait! Mr. Wade said he didn’t want to be disturbed….” she began. But I didn’t stop. I barely heard the rest of her sentence. I was too focused on getting to that room, too excited to see the surprise on his face when he saw everything I'd done for him. But halfway down the hallway, I stopped. A strange sound drifted from behind one of the doors. At first, it was soft—bare skin slapping against another skin. Then came the low, breathy moans. I froze. A man’s voice groaned through the door. “You’re enjoying it, yeah?” And then… a woman’s voice followed. “You’ve never fed me like this before. Oh... shit!” My chest clenched as my glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of my nose. I reached up with a shaky hand to push them back into place. No! I took a slow step closer, holding on to the tiny hope that I was wrong. But the next voice… his voice… “Yeah, I love it…” My legs weakened beneath me. I wanted to walk away. I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening. But then— “Oh... shit*! Oh yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Fuvk!” My hand went to the doorknob. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer that I was just mishearing. That my heart wasn’t about to be torn in two. But the moment I twisted the knob and opened the door— “Shit… I’m about to cum!” The words rang in my ears. And there he was. Felix Wade. My husband. Naked. Kneeling on our matrimonial bed, making love to another woman!~MiaHearing everything the doctor told me, I was deeply touched. In that moment, I realized she was making a huge amount of sense, and I finally understood that the ignorance delaying me from coming to therapy was something I wouldn’t have overcome if I had stayed away.I guess I didn’t make a mistake by sharing my intentions with her.At first, I was hesitant to tell her that I was doing all of this for the sake of revenge. But after gathering the strength to say it, I realized I made the best decision. It was because I opened up about wanting revenge on the people who hurt me that she was able to share her own story with me.Her story touched me so deeply that it melted the stone-like heart I have been carrying. When I tried to sympathize with her, she told me there was no need to feel sorry for her. That alone showed she had passed through so much. From the way she spoke, I didn’t need anyone to explain anything before realizing she was giving me a full clue on how to be more succ
MiaIt was hard to reach this decision, but I had to choose it because it was the only way left for me.Troy’s eyes showed nothing but concern. He tried everything in his power to stop me from going ahead with the surgery, yet I still stood my ground.I wished I could say no.I wished I could listen to him.I wished I could live a normal life like anyone who was given a second chance.But I steeled myself, reminding my heart why I was doing this.I was sacrificing whatever outcome this surgery would bring.Good or bad, I was prepared to see it through. All because I wanted the people who hurt me to suffer.All because I wanted them to fear my return — a return they never expected.As the surgery date drew closer, I prepared for everything that was required. I had to attend therapy to confirm my mental stability before I could proceed. Even though I wished I could skip that part, I forced myself to go.On the day of the therapy session, Troy went with me. He stayed by my side, and just
{Troy}Watching Mia declare that she was ready for the surgery, my heart palpitated wildly. I couldn’t bear it. I wished I could just tell her to stop.I wished there were other options—maybe she could quit this and find another way to get her revenge. I wished there were things she could enjoy doing that didn’t involve all this. But everything was already set in motion. She had said it herself:She was ready for this.She wanted this.She had made up her mind.And who was I to stop her? All I could do was one thing—support her to the very end. If I couldn’t stop her, then I could at least stay by her side, guide her, and maybe, just maybe, one day find the courage to tell her how much I loved her.As I wrestled with these thoughts, the doctor handed Mia some documents.“You’re getting cosmetic surgery, and I also understand you’re considering weight reduction surgery along with liposuction to remove fat from your tummy down to your waist,” the doctor said.Mia nodded, taking the pape
{Troy}My lips quivered at the utterance of what Mia just said.Wait. She is truly ready to do all these things in the name of revenge? Risk her own life simply because she wants revenge on Felix and Mercedes?I let out a small, disbelieving chuckle. “You cannot be serious, Mia.”But she shook her head firmly. “I am being serious here, Troy, and I am not freaking you in any way. I am doing all these things because I want revenge. Justice for my innocent kindness and vengeance for them ruining my face.”“And the only way you could achieve that is by putting your own life at risk?” I asked, shocked.“Yes, Troy!” she shouted at the top of her voice. “Yes! That is the only way I can achieve this. That is the only way!”Her voice echoed in my head long after she stopped talking. I rubbed my hand over my head, trying to think clearly.How could she be doing this? How could she even say something like this?I thoug
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