Beth Dutton Face Scars

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.

Alicia thought she’d married perfection, until the mask slipped and the monsters stepped into the light. Betrayed by her husband and his lover, she died despite Catherine’s desperate warnings, and Catherine’s ultimate sacrifice to save her. But death isn’t the end. Alicia returns reborn: no longer the trusting woman who loved blindly, but a breathtaking force with a heart of ice and a ledger of debts to collect. Those who turned her life—and Catherine’s—into a nightmare will face the storm she’s become. Then a hand circles her waist, a voice low and certain: “You’re not Catherine. Who are you?” Andy’s eyes pin her, and the past and present collide. Who is she now? A woman forged by betrayal, sharpened by loss, and reborn to reclaim her power—even if love dares to stand in her way. A tale of rebirth, revenge, and a heart learning to beat again.

"Please, I don't know what grudge you have against my bloodline but I have nothing to do with it" Beth begged. "I'm going to enjoy tearing you piece by piece, limp by limp until nothing is left then I will leave them for your daddy dearest to find" he paused for a moment, his dark eyes trailing up and down her frail figure as though sizing her up. "I just have to figure out a way to get it done. You don't deserve an easy death. None of your filthy bloodline does" He growled at her as his grip fell from her face and her body immediately fell into an unstoppable trembling. *** Elizabeth Lincoln is what you could describe as young and naive with her innocent smile and green orbs. Fresh out of college and ready to live the life she has always wanted after being locked in a boarding school since age eight. Everything came crashing to the floor right when she finally thought she was about to live the life she has always wanted. Alpha Asher Romano Vega, better known as the demon Alpha has only one thing in mind when he set out that faithful day. To rip out the throat of the one man who has caused him so much pain and torment. Bradley Lincoln has taken something from him two years ago and now, he is out to return the favor. Warning: This is a story of revenge and malicious intent. Totally not for the faint in heart as they will be strong adult language, rape, sexual content etc. Read only if you are up for it.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

I run into my former sister-in-law, whom I haven't seen in ages, during a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Wynne Jenkins glances at my belly. And just like she always does, her face crinkles with disdain as she starts nagging me. "Look at you, wandering around with a pregnant belly at your age," she hollers. "What if something happens to my baby nephew? Can't you be a little more sensible and stop making Sean worry all the time?" She must have forgotten. A year ago, Mom was gravely ill. Her only wish was to see me married with children. I staked everything and proposed to Sean Jenkins. On our big day, I waited from dawn until nightfall—only to receive a 30-second voice message from him. "I won't show up at the ceremony, and I won't marry you. This is what you get for bullying Lav." Mom was so enraged by Sean's recklessness that she suffered a heart attack and passed away. After taking care of her funeral, I erased every trace of myself. With what little I had left, I fled Horton—while Sean was still abroad, skiing with Lavender Quinn. And yet now, Wynne says, "Sean spends more than two weeks every month flying around looking for you. He's lost nearly 20 pounds in less than a year. "He's been waiting for you, Janelle. Now that you're back, please stay and build a family with him." I smirk and raise my hand, flaunting the ring on my finger. "Sorry, I like to keep a low profile. I'm already married, but we kept the ceremony simple. That's why you didn't know."

Evangeline has it all, the looks, the money, the men. She was unstoppable and took anything and everything she wanted with a smile on her face. The men adore her and the women yearned her friendship in secret even the most jealous of hearts. But will everything change at the appearance of a poor, part-timer, nerdy man?

After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy! Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？ —— “Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.” Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers? Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge. This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing. You are just as important as him, even more so. My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment. I must return, was all I said.

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

(My fiancé cheated on me, so I made a plan to get back at him by cheating with his father) “Who do you belong to, baby girl? Me or Finn?” He buried his face between her legs. “You! I… belong to you… Daddy!” Maisie cried out ecstatically. “Ugh… so good.” He grunted. “You look so… good when… I touch you, Pet!” Becoming the submissive pet of her father-in-law was her twisted plan to get revenge on her fiancé, Finn, for cheating on her. She had vowed, "I'll fuck his father as much as I want for what he did to me. Then, I'll marry Finn, make him watch me fuck his father, and divorce him." It was a clear plan, one meant to mess with both Finn and his father. But she had no idea that this would spark an unending obsession from Rafael Caruso—her father-in-law, a secret mafia don, a man nobody dared to cross. "I was never a part of your silly games, baby girl," Rafael growled, his voice dripping with authority. "I wanted you even before Finn. You are my submissive pet. You signed the damn contract, and you will do as I fucking say." He gripped her hand, pinning her to the wall. "I will keep you as long as I want, for as the contract stands. You belong to me! There's no escape!”

My parents have found their birth daughter. They're reunited thanks to her face, which is almost identical to my mother's. After weeping in my mother's arms, she slowly raises her head and looks at me. Her gaze is filled with hostility. "You've enjoyed what's supposed to be mine for so many years. Don't you think it's time to give it back?" She doesn't bother concealing her hatred for me. My parents are still bawling their eyes out over being reunited with her. In the next second, their sobbing abruptly stops. She doesn't notice it, though.