Todos os capítulos de Her Neglected Scars: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I’m getting married to Konstantin Morozov, the merciless billionaire crowned as the bloodthirsty King in all of Russia, or in other words, my life is going to end today.A stark difference to the dark cell I thought it would be ending, but instead it’s here—in this beautiful church adorned with flowers and friends who will not hesitate to stab you in the back the second you away.I watch the stranger’s eyes look at me with judgment written all over their faces, each of them a witness to my impending doom.“These rings will symbolize the love that will forever be cherished in this marriage.” The priest declares, and a small boy, who looks a lot like the groom I will be married to, walks up the aisle with the rings gently laid on the pillow he’s holding.Konstantin Morozov takes one and right when I was about to wait for the traditional vows, he pulls my hand to his and roughly pushes the ring in my finger.I jolt in surprise but feeling the eyes of my family, I instantly recover with a

Whip burns and brotherly love: because one form of torture just isn’t enough. The room was heavy with unspoken tension as my brother gently applied the salve on the wounds on my back, his touch lingering a bit too long.I asked for the maids, but I guess they, too, were far too afraid to go against the second-in-command in this house, my brother, Caesar Bennington. You could say my father was unimpressed with how I turned out—a girl. He thought someone like me would never be fit to inherit the dirty money the Bennington Legacy has. As if I’d want my hands on it.So he took in a kid who survived the streets through thick and thin; pick-pocketing, breaking houses, and even killing. A kid like Caesar with no background and parents to hold him back, was the perfect heir. “Father overdid it . . .” he blows on one of the wounds and I swallow the bile in my throat.So you could say, all this wouldn’t be familial love considering we don’t have the same blood running through our veins.Bu

Apparently, escaping from the clutches of dangerous men has been my new normal these days. This time from someone exceptionally good-looking. Perhaps if he’s not threatening to blast my head away with a bullet, I might actually consider seducing him.I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks and I instantly took a step back when it was beginning to pull out some liquid in me that shouldn’t come out. “I-I . . . I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stutter, forcing a smile at him with shaky breaths. Crap, crap, crap. I have got to go. I need to run far from this place. But I can’t get out of here without pulling something out of the Mayor’s daughter.“Where are you going?” I was whipped around when the nicest girl on the table hoisted me by the arm and turned me to the Mayor’s daughter, who’s still crying, but this time, confusion was etched on her face. She’s probably a little shocked as to why her murderously attractive crush is suddenly interested in the girl who ruins other peopl

“I’m a really bad dancer, just so you know that.” I stammer as I try to keep up pace with the bald man in a suit. “Like, really bad. I might kick your boss in like—on his chest.” I added and he stopped in his tracks to turn around, lowering his black glasses only to sarcastically raise his brows at me.“Really? At a lap dance?” He asked and I swallowed the lump in my throat to try and breathe well. “It’s totally possible.” I arrogantly replied. Great. This is just great. A personal escort to my doom. I just hope the awkward dance moves are about to be part of the charm.I could feel harsh lasers piercing the back of my head and I slowly turn around to see the Mayor’s daughter fuming with an employee beside her holding a box of tissues. If that is not a bad omen, I don’t know what is.God, she must be freaking angry. I’m going to be lap dancing on top of the man she’s desperate to be with.After the employee stated it was Kokstantin who requested me, it was clear that staying a thousan

So this is what I get for thinking that my good intentions would outweigh my terrible decision-making skills—ending up in a perverted stranger’s hands.Fuck.If I knew this blonde motherfucker had only helped me to satisfy his blue balls, I would have stayed seated on top of Konstantin’s lap.He was stern, cold-blooded, and definitely had the certainty of murdering me the moment I was out of this mansion written on his face. But hey, at least I would be sure he’s not about to force-feed me with his cock.Or in all honesty, I would have given him my entire permission.The mansion was now surrounded by fog, and I couldn’t see anything. Given how we drove all the way up mountains and treks just to get here earlier, I figured there’d be no neighbors to hear my plea as well. The house was isolated as fuck.“Let me go, you dirty motherfucker!” My screams were muffled as Josh tightened his grip over my lips, almost forcing my head onto the wall. I could feel my tears collecting at the corner