Scars Of Betrayal: The Fallen Heiress Returns

I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Ford’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."​

It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money.