Part 2Ruin Her Face

I woke up twenty days later on a different continent.

The first thing I learned was that, back home, I was dead.

Elena explained it. “The moment our jet touched down, your father’s other children leaked the 'news' of your tragic death. They wanted to use the press to fast-track the inheritance.”

“Your mother,” she said, “decided to let them. She confirmed the story. It’s the only way to keep them off your back while she cleans house.”

I understood. But it meant I had to stay hidden.

My injuries were… extensive. Especially my face. Mom hired the best surgical team in the world, but I’m not the girl I was. Maya only recognized me instantly because we’ve spent the last five years on FaceTime.

I linked my arm through hers. “Good. Let him be surprised.”

No one waits for five years. The past should stay buried.