Erin Moriarty Ruined Her Face Novels & Stories

"A warehouse guy…Oh my God. Put that on her business card. Aurora Hart, professional villain, has a warehouse guy." "I'm serious, it smelled like river water, old rotten books and bad decisions." "That's literally her signature scent at this point." She's grinning now, fully delighted, leaning back in her chair. "Okay but the best part. Tell me the best part." "You have to see her face when Morrison walked through that door." I can't help it, I'm half-laughing just remembering it. "It was this whole journey in like two seconds. First it was confusion, then this flash of wait, no! And then she looked at me…like dead at me, Addie, with this expression like I'd personally betrayed her."

When a few young girls saw her face, they were so shocked that they kept talking about it. “Isn’t this Adina Daugherty, the most beautiful woman in Sea City? Why did her face become like this?” “What the heck? Her scars are like centipedes. How could her beautiful face be wasted like this?” “She must have offended someone and gotten disfigured.” Adina did not hear the discussion of the passersby. She just pulled the car door open and got into the car. Before the car arrived in front of the plastic surgery institution, Adina’s phone vibrated. It was called by Dillon.

The awkward orphan with pigtails and oversized glasses, the girl everyone mocked, the girl Gary Beaumont destroyed. Rosa Caldwell no longer existed. Now there was only Rosaura Morales. And tonight was the night Gary Beaumont’s empire began to fall.

For the rest of the reception,I sat at the head table under looks of pity,curiosity,and careful silence.Not one Moretti elder spoke.We did not fight in front of outsiders.But I knew that by morning,Adrian Vale would be crossed off several important lists. Not because he lacked money,but because he had made a Moretti daughter look like a joke.

The change in her expression was immediate. Her body stilled. Her eyes scanned the screen quickly, then slower, like she was trying to make sense of what she was seeing. I noticed it almost instantly. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned the phone toward me and handed it over silently. Something in my chest tightened before I even looked. I took the phone and then I froze. Sienna was everywhere in the news. “Businesswoman Sienna James Arrested…” “Linked to the Murder of Mr. and Mrs. Morrison…”

She whispered: “Mommy, why does that man's face look so red?” I smoothed her damp hair back. “Because he threw away the best thing he ever had, and now it's too late for regrets.” The red in Dante's face went toward purple. Humiliated by a civilian in front of everyone. Exposed by a five-year-old. Whatever was left of his dignity crumbled. “Mia. Don't push me.” He stepped forward fast, hand reaching for my arm. “A Moretti woman doesn't just leave for whoever she—” His hand didn't reach me.

I cursed with my cheeks heated up as I bagged my fist against his back but that didn't seem to be doing anything. “Be a good girl and stop disgracing yourself” He muttered and only then did I realize that anyone we walked by were throwing judgemental looks my way or had their phones out. I cursed in my head as I covered my face with my hoodie. “See you on Saturday, handsome Boy” The girl from earlier murmured as she walked past us. I lifted my head slowly and my eyes connected with hers. She looked away before I could even read the look on her face. What was that for?

They could kneel before me, humiliate themselves just so I would notice them. Every single time I blinked my eyes, I saw her slapping me. I gulped down the bitter content I had in the glass. Its bitterness did nothing to relieve the bitterness I felt in my chest for that damned woman. Joe, the in charge of my security group appeared behind me. "Did you find out what I asked you?" I asked without even looking at him. "Yes, Master Benjamin. Her name is Charlotte Morin. She is a proud girl, born with a genius mind." Joe replied and I squeezed the glass on my hand.

That every time I closed my eyes I saw the tortured face of that man who looked like he was probably going to beg for death after what happened to him? After she was done setting my hair into waves, Madam Loretta applied a little bit of makeup—some lipstick and mascara—then she also picked out my dress. The whole process was a bit infantilizing, but I was at the very best an unwanted, uninvited guest, and even that was very much of a stretch.

I couldn't remember much of what happened after that. Then the next morning, my world fell apart. The picture was everywhere. Turned out i was so drunk and had taken off my clothes, including my bra. And Louisiana has taken a picture of my boobs. People passed it around like it was entertainment. Every time I walked into a room, I could feel eyes following me. Whispers trailed behind me in the hallways. Some people laughed openly while others pretended not to. The humiliation was unbearable. Louisiana swore she had no idea how the photo got out.