Erin Moriarty Ruined Her Face Novels & Stories

" The courtroom doors opened, and an elderly man in a wheelchair was wheeled inside. There was nothing left of the once-powerful and imposing figure he had been. The man sitting there was hunched over, his frail body wrapped in a simple suit. He wore dark sunglasses to cover the scars where his eyes used to be. An oxygen mask covered the lower half of his face, and his hands trembled violently. Marcus and Peter froze. They had both assumed that Frank Levett Sr. had been sent far away from Valentia, following Marcus's last order. But it was clear now—Anthony Moriarty had known everything they had done.

"Bro, don't worry, I'll find a new way." Max simply growled, "Get out!" Mallory promptly fled. Back in her room, she closed the door and stepped into the bathroom, staring at the disheveled girl in the mirror. The girl's face was swollen, with clear finger marks imprinted on it; her lips were cut, blood still oozing; her hair was a mess, with a few strands cruelly torn out. The girl in the mirror looked as wretched as a beaten dog, an image so pitiful that no one would believe she was the envied heiress of the lavish Guzman family.

Moriri was nothing but hopeless as she struck, but her eyes shone with determination. Despite the fact that Darryl did not take her purity, she had been wedded to him by force in front of Conroy and the rest. This had damaged her reputation, and she would not be able to look anyone in the eye again. Moriri had thought it through. After she killed Darryl, she was not going to live anymore as well. F*cking hell! Darryl got a fright at the incoming dagger, scrambling backward as he called out, "What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" Gosh, this girl! He had protected her purity, but she was trying to kill him instead.

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.

“Your words earlier... What was that about?” “Sir Nicholas.” She extended her hands shakily, with a hiccup and red face from excessive sobbing. “I’m Morticia, Emma’s best friend.” I frowned at her hands, looking down at them without taking them. “Morticia, are you going to say something about what’s happening or you’re gonna keep mute?” “Emma is not okay. She hasn’t been okay for five years, because she’s suffered from a head injury which required surgery, she didn’t have enough money for.”

Morgan muttered, thinking she was helping. Unknown to her that she was simply angering her. "Do you think that your Mr Right will still like you once your face is disfigured?" Bella asked with a nasty smirk. The question made Morgan alert and then she noticed the hands behind. Morgan licked her lips nervously. "John has this deep love for me and nothing can hinder or deter it," Morgan replied and suddenly ran off. It was like she knew exactly when Bella was going to splash the acid. Some of the acid that splashed met Bella's legs and she screamed, throwing the bottle on the floor.

The day I was diagnosed with leukemia, my first reaction wasn't fear. It was relief. I wasn't really a Moretti anyway. If I died, I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, Bianca and I fought over a stuffed bear. My mother dragged me into a corner and said each word slowly enough to make sure I understood. “You are not our biological child. Everything in this house is something we've given you out of kindness.” After that, I never asked for anything again. Bianca got new dresses. I wore her old school uniforms. Bianca took piano lessons. I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a piece of luggage someone had left in the Moretti h

While checking if it was perfectly placed, he said… “I’ll just pay for it.” “B-But, sir–!” Gavin raised his hand when the woman tried to approach. I heard people gasp. I got curious so I decided to raise my head and push aside my hair and put it at the back of my ear, revealing my poor complexion. ‘Omg, who are these?’ “Look at Mrs. Morgan’s face.” “Poor lady, she suffered such shock.” “So this is why Mr. Morgan was in a rush.”

She didn't interfere whenever I used her card to frequent upscale restaurants and hotels, though she'd occasionally call to complain when I spent a bit too much. "Do you not have ambition at all? You're spending a woman's money. Where's your dignity?" Dignity? Wasn't that crushed long ago by her entire family? Eventually, after I blew through eight million dollars in one go, Rosalie finally called and demanded I return it. I looked at the scenery flashing past the window and quietly sneered. The eight-million-dollar urn was already shattered. There was no returning it. This was Rosalie's and Mona's retribution. Rosalie and those animals were next on my list.

Instantly, she raised her head and her eyes met the perpetrator. "Moira!" She shouted, her eyes burning with hatred. She didn't know that she could hate someone to this extent but how could she not, when all of her front teeth has been removed, now, her beauty was also gone and her dream of finding a Gamma or even a Beta to marry when she get to Full Moon Pack has been washed away. "Where is your manner? Why are you screaming so early in the morning?! Do you want to turn us deaf?!" Lady Aileen scolded harshly.