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Beauty stood outside the bathroom door, drying with a towel tied around her bosom, her body still wet. Bruno had persisted in taking a shower. An idea came to her as revenge. She bit her lower lip and tiptoed slowly to the bathroom. There was mist in the air and a loud pounding of the shower. Fortunately, it was a large shower stall, and Bruno was facing sideways with his head directly under the showerhead. Beauty opened the smoked glass door and stepped into the shower.

I looked him directly in the eyes, not blinking. “Yes, Troy. I know there are complications that come with putting my face under the knife. But this is the only way, Troy.” I took a breath and continued. “Just by doing this surgery, I stand to have a new life. A new discovery. A new strength. I can’t exact my revenge if I keep looking like I’m cursed. I need to look beautiful so that I can have a beautiful revenge!” I pointed at my face, anger rising again.

But I'm also afraid of what's going to happen after I restore my beauty. Of course I didn't believe my beauty was cursed. But my previous life was full of tragedy, so maybe my mother was right. My beauty is a curse that could destroy men and ultimately become my end. Enough of the musings! At the moment, everything is fine in our company. Everyone treats me nicely and they were friendly to me despite my looks. They see me not as a threat but as a scar-faced woman worthy of their kindness and pity. But what if I started restoring my beauty using the same foundation Debra used on my face?

He turned around to look in that direction which was irritating him now for hours. But he didn't let it bother him anymore as the heat of the fire of revenge was exceeding the limits now. He got inside the black range Rover and driver closed the door. * Just an hour passed and she was all ready with her final look. The make up artists stepped back and told her to look at herself. She lifted her eyes to look at her new self. She looked dazzling and alluring with all her features enhanced with tricks. For a second she wasn't able to recognize herself but the happiness of this beautiful was too surreal. Something not felt right, and she could feel it.

Ariel sat before the mirror anxiously as the beautician’s fingers swiped past styles on the tab. “This one, it suits her.” Joan who had been watching points at a gorgeous body wave style. Ariel peered at the screen. She was right, a body wave was going to look insanely mind blowing on her. In an hour, the stylist had turned her straight black hair into voluminous waves. Joan gasped in adoration. The ladies in the salon were wowed. “Oh my God you look so stunning.” Joan managed to say. “Thank you.” Ariel blushed. She had made up her mind. She had to be confident and bold if she was ever going to get revenge, and that was one thing she was going to learn from Joan.

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

Three hours until justice—real justice, not revenge—had its chance. Three hours until she found out if telling the truth really did set you free. Or if it just led to more complicated battles. She got out of bed, showered, dressed in her most professional suit. Applied makeup carefully—enough to look polished, not enough to look like she was trying too hard. Her mother's pearls at her throat. Simple earrings. In the mirror, she saw Isabella Moretti Blackwell. Not Aria Laurent. Not the broken girl planning revenge. Not Victor's daughter or Damien's wife or anyone's pawn.

I knew for a fucking fact that they thoroughly enjoyed torturing him. I asked what caused Calvin’s death. Apparently, he attacked one of the guards and nearly killed him with Calvin getting himself killed in the process. It was an unfortunate circumstance, but at least he was here at long last. Beauty had been here multiple times throughout the years so that she could cleanse darkness from newcomers. It was a truly brutal torture method, one that I gave my fucking stamp of approval for. She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed.

I shrugged. "Hey I've heard that Bianca will be coming back from her mission today." Blake said before Arabella could reply to whatever I told her. "Who's Bianca?" I was curious. "Bianca Rossi." Antonio replied, "She's our best assassin. She was sent on a mission and now she's back. You'll probably meet her at the main house when we go. Here's an advice; stay away from her. She says that she's The Deadly. You know who that is right?"

But at that moment, it seemed different. Then, she stopped. “All right, I know that behind this messy makeup, you know who you are. You are the most beautiful in the world. Haha!” She laughed a bit and became serious in a beat. Then, she stroked her hair upwards. She seemed confused. Nevertheless, she scrutinized the image in that shiny thing in front of her and slurred, “With that face! You are going to take back everything that rightfully belongs to you! I promise that.” Finally, she gave in and used the tissue paper that has been waiting for her to acknowledge. She wiped her face, making sure to clean every part and portion. She made certain that all the ugly spots were removed in order t