SCARRED

Laura

Anniversaries were meant to celebrate marriage milestones— not mayhem wrapped in diamond rings.

I stood in the golden-lit ballroom of the most opulent villa in Lotus City, but it felt like sitting in the sun, with my sanity ripped apart, piece by piece. 

The lights burned into my skin, the floor trembling beneath my feet, and the ventilator's hum stung like an arctic blast. 

Was this some kinda cosplay? Why were my sister’s legs straddling my husband’s waist, and his veiny, muscular hands groping her plump ass? 

Not to mention they’re tongue-tied, exchanging bacteria, and kissing each other senseless like two horny teenagers. 

The babies in my womb kicked, sensing the disgust slithering through my veins. It’s like they’re asking me, What's daddy doing? Why was that Jezebel grinding into daddy’s crotch?

My husband’s erection was hard like my chest, straining against his slacks, as he growled into her mouth. The bitch was moaning like I normally do whenever my husband runs an erotic marathon between my legs. 

She slid a hand into his slacks, her fingers moving inside the fabric. Disgust had me in a chokehold as his mouth roamed through her neck, the exact way he always did to me. 

He smacked her ass, squeezing. “ The faster I f**k your tight heat, the better,” another smack. “Faster.” 

Slurpings, groanings, moanings, and other lewd sounds filled my ears as the duo began cloth humping themselves. 

The glint flashed in my eyes, my breath racing, as I caught my supposed-to-be-diamond ring snaking around her manicured finger. 

From the way I'm seething, I know this rage isn't healthy, but if I'm to explode, one thing's for sure— they're f**king going down with me. 

Padding to my left, I snatched the metal rod, charging toward them. The lash whipped brutally, as I battered the rod on her firmly displayed ass. 

Her screams pierced the air, and Kai pulled her back, taking the angry hit of the rod. I battered relentlessly, flogging that promiscuity out of her system and making sure she never uses that ass again. 

Manly grunts echoed, the rod dropping, as agony wracked my system. 

I stared at his bloody back, my lungs shrinking at the fact that he willingly took the hit for her when he hadn't defended me one day in public.  

Leila cried out, clutching her ass and writhing into his chest. “My ass is on fire. It’s bleeding, it’s…” she sobbed the rest of the words. 

Kai cupped her cheeks, giving me the stunning view of his face: An Olympian god face, wild steel eyes encased in glasses, with a chiseled, muscled form clad in a tailored black suit. 

I thought I hit the jackpot: smart, rich, and handsome, but I curse the day I laid eyes on this handsome devil. 

The man I loved turned to me, a loathing flame brimming in his eye. My heart pounded at the sheer disgust this man felt toward me. 

Mind you, this was the man who promised me heaven and earth, and said that I shone brighter than the entire galaxy combined. 

He f**ked me on mountain everest, our blood thickening to ice, then he whispered something deranged: “You’re burning me, My Air… Please end my misery.”

The hot slap smashed my trance, yanking me back to my nightmarish reality. Tears blurred my sight as I stared at the man I once loved from a screen of black rage. 

“W-Why?” I choked out, the pain in my heart numbing that of my cheek. “Y-You’re not a coward, Aaron Kai, so I’m sure you have a reason for ripping my heart.”

It flickered fast and dead, a sneak peek of what we once were, before something dark tapered his eyes. “A paper has no soul, Laura. That’s why I never felt a damn thing.” 

The slap rang aloud, his face whipping to the side. His jaw clenched, barely restraining the fury clouding his face. 

“That was before we ended our one-year contract marriage, you bastard!” 

“Watch your mouth!”

“We loved each other, you took me round the world,” I glanced at my protruding belly. “You gave me this… said we won’t be separated in this life or the next. Don’t you remember?”

I grabbed his shoulders, my voice breaking. “Achilles and Jason? That’s what you said we’d name them, you——”

“None of that matters anymore,” he said coldly, taking off my hands. 

 “Why?” I bit down on my lips, sniffling. “Why did you love me if you knew you’d ruin me? Made me believe for three years you’re my better half? Do this to the mother of your children?... Made love to me on mountain everest, and pushed me away without remorse? I want to know why?”

He remained silent, face downcast. I battered on his chest, letting it all out. “Why, Tyga, tell me f**king why?! On our anniversary, you did this to me, why? I want to know?!”

“Because he doesn't love you!” Leila snapped, lunging forward. 

Blood sister, my foot! All I could see was a parasite feeding on other people's happiness.  

I shook my head. “You were supposed to be my sister… how could you?”

She laughed bitterly. “I didn't put a collar around his neck and force his affection. He did it himself!” 

Malice steamed in her eyes. “He came to me every night, begging me to let him in, taking out his frustration of years on me. Grandpa forced him to marry you; he only agreed to secure Aaron's fortune. You were never enough, he never loved you, it's always been me. I’ve had to cope with that…  not anymore.” 

I staggered with a hand to my mouth, my breath fading, as I turned to him. Words stood on my lips, but never saw the light. 

She betrayed me, but he killed my soul, and I'm confident that this scar won't heal. Not in this lifetime: NO. 

He moved toward me, dipping his hand into his coat and producing a file. My mother was a lawyer, and I recognized that file instantly.

 I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat, terror sinking deep, as my reality panned out to me- I was about to be an ex-wife, but I’d die before letting that happen. 

He adjusted his glasses. “Sign it, get rid of those things in your stomach, and leave my house, Laura Deville.”

 My chest burned, but I refused to break and let one third-party pussy take what’s mine: Never. Leila glanced at her watch, her smirk taunting, nothing like the blood sister I grew up with.

Gathering my resolve, I moved before shrieking in pain. “Kai! My stomach, it’s…. ah!!!”

My legs gave out, sending me to the floor. The pain was slashing, unforgiving, a heavy weight smoldering down my belly. 

“Laura!” Kai moved, but she held him back, smiling. “It’s all part of the act, so you’d take her back. Don’t fall for it.”

Iron stung my senses, a wet liquid trickling down my thighs. “Ahh! Kai, my baby, it’s…. ahh!”

My vision swayed, tears flooding my cheeks, as I watched my husband being restrained by this witch. 

 “No, no, she’s—”

“It’s an act, don’t you see!” Leila snapped, biting back her grin. “Get the pen, let’s get rid of her.”

The fragile glint in his eyes was a confirmation that this devil still loved me. “Y-You sure, she’s——”

She silenced him with a kiss, placing his hand on her ass, then pulled away. “Get the pen.” 

Like a zombie, he sauntered away, then she took out her phone, tapping away. My phone chimed; with trembling hands, I entered the message, and my blood ran cold.

“The coffee this evening? I knew the poison worked magic, but damn! Dress bloody. Face pale. God! Did you see your face? You'd make a fine actress. Now, leave us alone, else, there won't be anything left of you.”

I met her venomous gaze, my vision burning black. 

I've been drinking the poison she'd been brimming right under my nose. I killed my baby with my own hands. 

Hate ambushed my soul, blackening all lights in its path, I let it consume me like a black hole until I'm dark inside out. 

He returned with a pen, something akin to regret flashing in his eyes. 

The woman you knew was gone. You’re letting your doom get away. 

With shaky hands, I snatched the papers from him and slammed my signature on it. I broke the pen, my voice ash. “You demons. Mark my words. You'll pay for this.” 

I stormed out of the hall, with ink and scar, my heels clicking on the marble floor. 

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I fixed my gaze on the floor, avoiding every pair of eyes as the whispers grew louder with every step. Suddenly, a harsh light flashed in my face, blinding and hot as a car horn blared, vibrating through my skull. 

My heart pounded in anticipation. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But it never came.

“Have you lost your mind, princess? F**k off the road!”

A masculine voice shouted from behind me, his footsteps drawing closer.

I turned, peering into onyx blue eyes. His jet black sleeked backward, accentuating his perfectly tailored suit. The scent of cedarwood and lavender was potent as his huge form strode toward me, the moonlight making him look sinisterly hot.

I must be hallucinating, because no one has the right to look that good. 

“Your nose, you're bleeding!”

My vision blurred, and I slumped into his arms. 

I tried to run, but my body betrayed me. His arms wrapped around me like iron bars, and I wasn't sure I wanted to escape.

“Don't die, Cute Bug.” Was the last thing I heard, before the darkness took me. 

Laura died that night, and a woman of vengeful retribution awakened in her stead.