Masuk~Mia
The grip on my hair was so tight, I couldn’t even process the pain. I reached up, clutching at the hand, trying to pull it off— but the grip only tightened. “Where on earth do you think you’re going, you ugly buffalo?” Felix’s voice snarled behind me. “You think you can rat us out? That you’re going to tell the whole world what you saw today? Huh?” “Let me go, Felix!” I cried, struggling, but he didn’t let up. Instead, he shoved me across the room. SLAM! My back crashed into the wall. Before I could even recover, a slap landed on my face. TAAAR! — and then another hand grabbed my hair, forcing my face up. It was Mercedes. Her foot pressed harshly against my stomach, pinning me to the wall like I was nothing. “You know what?” she hissed. “You’re not just fat and ugly. You’re stupid too — a full-blown idiot. Because tell me, how the hell do you think you can run your mouth about what you saw here, and I’d let you?” She leaned in, her breath hot and venomous. “Do you even know who my mother is? She’s a three-time beauty queen! And me? I’m not just her daughter — I’m a beauty queen in my own right. You really think someone from your low, dirty class could ever bring me down?” I couldn’t speak. The pain was too much. I could barely breathe. My body was going numb — and all I could manage was a quiet, broken whisper: “Let me go… just let me go…” TARRR! Another brutal slap whipped across my face. Blood trickled from the corner of my lips. Before I could move, a second slap landed again! Harsher than the first. “You think you’re wise?” Mercedes spat. “I’ll teach you a real lesson.” She turned to Felix. “What are you waiting for? Come teach this idiot a lesson she’ll never forget!” Felix smirked, kissed Mercedes on the cheek, and stepped forward. “Leave her to me,” he said. “I’ll handle her.” Mercedes stepped back as Felix grabbed my hair again and slammed my head against the wall. “You wanna speak the truth, huh?” he growled, still holding me by the scalp. BANG! My head hit the wall again. BANG! And again. BANG! He didn’t stop. He kept bashing my head against the wall, again and again, as if trying to erase me completely. I felt dizzy, as my vision blurred. I could almost collapse, but I refused to give up. No matter what happened, I clung tightly to the document in my hand — I couldn’t afford to lose it. But the blows kept coming. Slaps rained down from left to right, sharp and merciless. In the middle of the assault, Mercedes suddenly paused, and her gaze immediately shifted to my hand. “Hold on, Felix,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “It seems I just saw something.” My heart skipped. No… please don’t tell me she noticed the files. “What is it, sweetheart?” Felix asked. Mercedes folded her arms and began walking closer. I shook my head in panic. “What are you doing? Don’t come any closer!” I warned, my voice trembling. She ignored me. When she reached me, she squatted down and stretched her hand toward the documents. I jerked back, clutching them tighter. “No! Don’t touch it! This belongs to me!” Her expression hardened. She grabbed my hair roughly, yanking my head backward. “Will you shut that filthy mouth, you elephant!” she hissed. Then her hand went for the papers again. I gritted my teeth and held on with all my strength. They can’t see what’s inside. They can’t. “Let go!” she shouted. I met her glare, forcing courage into my shaking voice. “This is my personal property, Mercedes! It belongs to me! I will not— and I will never— let you take it!” Mercedes released a sharp breath and shrugged. “Fine then. Since you want to do it the hard way, I’m all in for that.” She exchanged a quick glance with Felix— and before I could react, she grabbed my hair and slammed me to the ground. A scream tore from my throat. Then came the pain — a heavy stomp landed on my head. THUD! My face pressed hard against the cold floor. The stomps came again and again, each one harder than the last. I was in unbearable pain, but I still held onto the transfer of ownership documents. If they got hold of it, I’d lose everything— and I couldn’t let that happen. But as the kicking continued, my grip began to weaken. I felt the papers slipping from my hands. Someone tugged at them. “Let go! It belongs to me!” I screamed, desperate. But before I could even finish, the documents were ripped from my fingers. The beating stopped. I lifted my head weakly and saw Mercedes standing above me, the documents in her hand. She smirked. “Hmmph.” My heart escaped as she flipped the first page. “What on earth do you have here, Mia?” she mocked. “Let’s see.” She scanned the contents — and suddenly her eyes widened. “What?!” she gasped. “Over three hundred and fifty trillion dollars?!” Felix, startled, turned sharply toward her. “What is it, babe? What’s she hiding in that document?” Mercedes handed it over to him, scoffing in disbelief. “Take a look at it, Felix,” she said. “This document is a massive contract — it states right here that the entire Preston Empire has been transferred to your name. Mia, the CEO of Preston Group, already signed the papers. All that’s missing is your signature, and everything that belongs to Preston Empire automatically becomes yours.”~MiaThe moment we left the school, we went straight to the hospital to meet the doctor. My heart wouldn’t calm down. I was finally going to see my new face—see who this Mia had become.The new Mia.When we arrived at the hospital, we didn’t waste a single second before meeting Doctor Rachael.“Doc, we’re here,” I said, barely able to hide my excitement. “Can we proceed now?”Doctor Rachael looked at me and smiled, warm and reassuring.“If you’re ready,” she said, “then I’m ready.”I nodded immediately, signaling that there was no doubt about it. I had never been more ready for anything in my life.The moment we stepped into the ward, I could feel her excitement too. She was genuinely happy—happy to finally help me untie this, to bring everything to an end.As Doctor Rachael carefully rolled the bandages off my face, a new sensation washed over me. Cool air brushed against my skin.Fresh air.Fresh Mia.When she was done, Doctor Rachael stepped back slightly and spoke gently, as thoug
Seeing Troy that day shocked me deeply.The surprise on his face told me he hadn’t expected to see us either. For a brief moment, we simply stared at each other, as if trying to confirm we were both real.Then, right there, Troy finally told me the truth.He explained that on my very first day at school, after I reported to him that Miss Precious hated me and constantly scolded me because of my face, he had taken it seriously. But instead of stepping in to stop it, he chose a different path. He said that despite the humiliation, I had only grown more enlightened and focused. Because of that—and because I intended to complete a five-year course in just two years—he decided to push me even harder.So, he paid Miss Precious.He paid her to become stricter with me. To act more hateful. To test my limits.As he finished speaking, my chest tightened. The anger I once felt slowly dissolved into disbelief. Miss Precious, who stood nearby with her hands tightly clasped, lowered her head and ap
It had been three days since my last session with Mrs. Shelton.Today marked the second day since I underwent facial cosmetic surgery.Tears slid down the sides of my eyes as I tried to move my head, but my body refused to respond. Every attempt ended in pain and stiffness. I was trapped.I was on life support.A breathing machine rose and fell beside me, forcing air into my lungs. Metal bars and padded restraints held my posture in place, especially my face, keeping it perfectly still. I could feel the weight of it all, pressing down on me, reminding me how fragile I had become.I wanted to see my new face.I wanted it more than anything.But the doctor’s words echoed clearly in my mind, firm and unforgiving.“You will be on life support for a month,” she had said calmly. “But the internal bleeding will not completely stop until approximately thirty months—that is two and a half years. Because of this, you cannot see your face.”I remembered how she paused before continuing, her tone
The question Troy asked was heavy.Too heavy.It sat in my chest long after he said it, pressing down on me in ways I wasn’t ready to confront.I wanted to answer him honestly. I wanted to give him the response that lived in my heart.But I knew that if I did, I would sound ungrateful—like I was rejecting everything he had ever offered me. And that wasn’t true.So the question remained.What do I want?I needed an answer. Not a shallow one. Not something I could say just to fill the silence. I needed something luxurious. Something prestigious. Something rooted deeply in fame and influence.Because I didn’t just want to return—I wanted my return to be feared.I wanted something powerful enough to shake their businesses, something bold enough to stand beside their empires and challenge them. I wanted to be the competition they couldn’t ignore. The threat they couldn’t dismiss.When I started connecting the dots, one truth became impossible to deny:what I wanted was inseparably tied to
The question Troy asked was heavy.Too heavy.It sat in my chest long after he said it, pressing down on me in ways I wasn’t ready to confront.I wanted to answer him honestly. I wanted to give him the response that lived in my heart.But I knew that if I did, I would sound ungrateful—like I was rejecting everything he had ever offered me. And that wasn’t true.So the question remained.What do I want?I needed an answer. Not a shallow one. Not something I could say just to fill the silence. I needed something luxurious. Something prestigious. Something rooted deeply in fame and influence.Because I didn’t just want to return—I wanted my return to be feared.I wanted something powerful enough to shake their businesses, something bold enough to stand beside their empires and challenge them. I wanted to be the competition they couldn’t ignore. The threat they couldn’t dismiss.When I started connecting the dots, one truth became impossible to deny:what I wanted was inseparably tied to
~MiaI rubbed my hand through my hair as I glared at Troy, disbelief tightening my chest. I could not believe he had been listening to my conversation with the therapist.He had heard everything. That was obviously the reason this question had even come up.I kept staring at him, suspicion written all over my face. Why would he eavesdrop in the first place?Troy noticed my look instantly. His expression shifted, the tension easing from his face as he spoke in a calm voice.“I understand what you must be thinking,” he said. “You probably believe I had no right to listen to your discussion with the therapist.”He paused, then continued, his tone steady.“But you should know that I was forced to do so. My instincts would not let me stay away. Something kept biting at me. I needed to see, or at least hear, what was going on in there. And that was when I overheard your conversation with the therapist.”I rolled my eyes, unsure of what to say. Before I could respond, Troy spoke again.“I kn







