No Scars Can Dull Her Shine

[Is it wrong to fall in love with someone who already belongs to another?]

One day, a post I stumbled upon caught my eye. The most liked comment was a brazen boast from a self-proclaimed mistress: [Dating isn't marriage. If you can steal the heart of someone taken, you deserve to keep it. If they don't love their partner enough to stay loyal, their partner is the real outsider in the relationship.]

[I took my husband from another woman. He was just a broke college student back then, but I knew who he really was. He's the only son of the country's wealthiest man!]

[His ex only knew how to study and work. She had no idea how to keep a man. How unfortunate! I heard she never even got her diploma. Her life must be miserable now.]

I stared at the comment for a long time because I recognized the woman who wrote it. Her name was Camila.

She was talking about me.

Miserable?

I was now a famous attorney, renowned for never having lost a case, and I had also adopted a sweet daughter. My life was anything but 'miserable'.

I blocked the author of the comment and assumed our paths would never cross again. However, fate had other ideas. While taking my daughter for her passport application, I ran into some people from my past in the most dramatic way possible.

Camila used her position to make things difficult for me. My ex-boyfriend Alexander stood by her side and even threatened me, phone in hand.

"Apologize to my wife, or I'll have my father hire that so-called 'Victory Queen'. We'll sue you until you lose everything!"

I smiled and said, "Go ahead and call that lawyer."

The next second, my phone rang.

Chapter 1

After I won my case and got back home, I spotted a popular social media post as I scrolled through my phone.

[Is it wrong to fall in love with someone who already belongs to another?]

The answer with the most likes was from someone named 'Camila'.

[Being in love isn't the same as being married. If you can steal the heart of someone taken, you deserve to keep it. If they don't love their partner enough to stay loyal, their partner is the real outsider in the relationship. I'm the perfect example!]

I checked out her profile, and it was all pictures of diamond rings, big houses, and private jets.

She wrote all about how she stole a broke student's boyfriend. She described making them misunderstand each other, breaking up their relationship, and finally taking her place.

[He was actually the only son of a super-rich guy. He was hiding it because he wanted to see what life was like for normal people.]

[Now, he's the CEO of a big company. We're married and really happy together! His ex-girlfriend couldn't take the shock. It looks like she tried to end it all, and she didn't even finish school. If you can't keep your man, who else can you blame but yourself?]

The comments were all saying how great she was.

[You're so awesome!]

[That other girl just wasn't good enough to keep a guy with so much going for him!]

I felt a lump in my throat.

She was talking about me. I was the girl who was not good enough.

When I felt the most hopeless, I took too many sleeping pills and had to have surgery.

However, I found my little angel the day I left the hospital.

"Mommy?" My daughter ran over with her toy and hugged me, making me forget about everything negative in my head.

"I need you, Mommy. I can't sleep without you!"

I held her close, smelling her sweet baby smell, and I started to feel warm again.

"When will Grandma wake up?" she asked, lying next to me and holding onto my shirt. "I want to tell Grandma the teddy bear story."

"Very soon," I said, rubbing her back. "Grandma worked really hard, so she needs to rest a little longer before she can wake up."

Back then, my father cheated on my mother and brought home a disease. He suffered no consequences himself, but it was passed on to my mother and eventually led to her cervical cancer.

The day we found out about Mom's sickness, he just divorced her, not wanting to deal with it.

I tried to follow her, but she was so upset that she ran out the door and got hit by a speeding car. She ended up in a coma.

The guy who hit her was rich and powerful, and he did not pay us anything.

That was when I knew I had to be strong enough to fight for what was fair.

"Mom, was life as tough for you as it was for Grandma?" my daughter asked, looking up at me.

"It was tough, but then I met someone really nice," I said softly. "He'd wait for me to come home, even if it was really late, and he'd make me hot stew. I was happy then."

My daughter closed her eyes, feeling safe. "What happened after that?"

"After that," I fixed her blanket and said, "I had you, sweetheart. Now all I want is to be with you."

She drifted off to sleep with a smile.

I turned off the light and let out a little laugh at myself.

The good times back then were real. I had worked so hard, studying and making money to help Mom.

Even when it was super tough, I never thought about giving up because Alexander Blake was there for me.

He was a dreamer, though. He could not help with money or anything practical.

However, he was always there with a warm hug when I got home late.

He was all the support I had.

Until he was unfaithful.

Chapter 2

My phone lit up with a message from a client: [Ms. Porter, are you sure you can make my husband leave without a penny after he cheated on me?]

I could not sleep after replying, so I started working on some files.

The client had paid me a lot. The figure had so many zeros it was hard to believe it was real.

Who would have thought that not long ago, I had to make a single sandwich last for two meals?

Back then, every second was expensive because of Mom's medical bills.

I was working to support the three of us.

"Why are you still with that boyfriend?" My friend kept asking me, "Is it just because he's handsome? You can't eat good looks!"

I just smiled.

They did not get it. If I did not come home to a warm hug every day, I might have fallen apart a long time ago.

Back then, I thought Alexander was the best.

He was quiet, cute, and kept to himself. He was not like my dad, who brought home all sorts of trouble.

I was his whole world, and only I could see how great he was. Since I was the one helping him out, I did not feel bad about not being the prettiest.

I really needed something to hold onto at that time.

How we met was like something out of a movie.

In my second year of college, I was at a bar late one night, about to head home, when a loud noise came from the next table.

A drunk guy was holding a tall young man's chin, trying to make him drink some strong stuff.

The young man was trying to get away, looking like a lost deer among wolves.

I could not take my eyes off his face. Without thinking, I grabbed an empty bottle and ran over to help.

After they fell, I grabbed the young man's hand, and we ran out of the bar as fast as we could.

When we stopped, I was out of breath.

He gave me a big hug, his chin perched on my head, and said in the nicest voice, "You're so kind, unlike the others."

I was a bit out of it and thought he meant the mean guys in the bar.

It took me a while to realize he was talking about people who knew who he really was and were after him.

At that time, he had a hidden gun and wore a simple-looking watch that could buy three bars like the one we just ran out of. The family of the guy who bothered him at the bar had a car accident not long after.

However, I did not know any of that back then. I just thought he was cool and slick, and he made my heart skip a beat.

It turned out we went to the same school. I was studying law, and he was into art.

I hung out in his studio a lot, took him out to eat, and watched him paint.

Being together just felt right.

We had two peaceful years, and as graduation got close, we were thinking about getting engaged.

However, then Camila showed up.

She was four years younger than us, a junior in Alexander's department, and as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

I should not have been bothered. I had seen plenty of girls gaze at Alexander with wide-eyed wonder, and she was only a freshman.

However, when I first laid eyes on Camila, I could not shake a feeling of unease.

Maybe it was the way Alexander watched her for just a bit too long.

That night, I was extra affectionate in bed.

"Promise me," I whispered close to his ear, holding him tight. "Promise you will never lie to me. When you love me, it has to be just me."

I failed to realize that promises were only ever true in the moment they were spoken.

He kept promising, again and again, showering me with kisses.

I had to ignore the bright notification that flashed on his phone screen under his pillow.

Camila.

Chapter 3

I was swamped with my thesis, studying for the bar exam, and interning. My days were a whirlwind of activity.

Visits to Alexander's studio grew rare, and I barely had time to brush my hair.

Whispers started to spread around campus.

"Alexander and her? They're an odd match. It looks like she snagged a male model."

"Totally. He looks way better next to that freshman."

However, if Alexander ever caught wind of the rumors, he would shut them down with a stern look.

Whenever she saw me, Camila would sweetly talk to me and often try to gift me fancy skincare products.

"No, really, you shouldn't." I declined the cream she offered for the third time. "I'm not used to these things."

"Alice!" she said with a playful pout, latching onto my arm. "Take it, please. I felt like you were a sister to me from the moment we met."

Slowly, I started to drop my guard.

Once we became friends, she even volunteered to help me keep an eye on Alexander.

"Alice, you should focus on your work!" she said with a twinkle in her big eyes. "If any girl tries to get close to Alexander, I'll be the first to shoo her away!"

Sometimes, Alexander would get so lost in painting that he forgot to answer my texts. She would send me pictures to let me know he was okay: [He's safe in the art studio.]

I used to feel bad about not liking her at first, so I decided to treat them to dinner on Alexander's birthday.

I planned a surprise and did not tell Alexander, just Camila.

"Wow!" Camila's eyes lit up as she pressed a finger to her lips. "Mum's the word! I'll blindfold him and bring him over for a huge surprise!"

I saved up for two whole months.

On his birthday, I booked a fancy restaurant that cost a thousand dollars per person and picked out the perfect gifts.

However, they never showed up, even when the restaurant was closing.

I sent more than ninety texts, but no one answered.

Worried they might be in trouble, I packed up the food and hurried home. I tripped on the stairs, spilling soup all over myself, and the gifts got dirty too.

When I got home, looking like a complete mess, I found Camila in my pajamas, lying on my bed with a smile.

Alexander was there too, putting ice on her ankle.

"Where did you go?" he asked me, sounding colder and blunter than ever.

"Camila came over to cook us dinner for my birthday, and you weren't home! She even hurt her ankle looking for you!"

I was shaking. "I sent you so many messages! I reserved..."

Camila held up Alexander's phone. "I didn't see any messages. I was busy playing games on it."

I lost my cool.

"Camila!" I pointed at her, my hand shaking. "You're nothing but a manipulator!"

Alexander stood up quickly. "Be quiet!"

Camila's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise Alice! I didn't know she disliked me so much."

She tried to get out of bed, but her legs gave out as soon as she stood up. Alexander quickly caught her, and she fell into his arms, her cheek against his chest.

I spun around and ran out of the apartment.

After a while, Alexander found me in a corner of the park, looking really upset. He said nothing and just took me back home.

Camila was gone, but I could still smell her perfume in the air.

I cried out, "I don't want to sleep in the bed she slept in!"

Without a word, he took the mattress out and threw it away. He got a new one that very night and put me in bed.

I was shocked. He was rough, and his eyes were dark. He kissed me like he was trying to claim me.

"You thought you could run? Weren't you so confident?

"How could you leave me and even want to run away?"

The next morning, I woke up feeling sore all over. Alexander was making breakfast like nothing had happened.

I wanted to talk about what happened, but when I mentioned Camila and the restaurant, he cut me off.

"That's enough. We're moving past what happened last night. Don't lie or say bad things about Camila. She's young and doesn't think too much about things."

I was speechless.

He looked at me, disappointed. "Have you changed after working so much? Do you think everyone has a hidden motive?

"I can't believe you've become someone I can't stand."

Chapter 4

I looked at Alexander's teary eyes, my head spinning.

He looked annoyed and seemed to realize he had said too much.

"I'm sorry. You should rest. I'll go get your favorite food."

I did not wait for him to come back. I got dressed and went straight to school to work on my paper.

After that day, things changed. My friends started giving me weird looks, and even my favorite professor seemed frosty. Walking by, I would catch bits of their hushed gossip.

"She's so annoying. She's just jealous because the younger girl is prettier."

"Wow! She's mean, always competing with other girls."

Camila stopped pretending to be nice and told everyone how mean I was to her, playing the innocent victim.

I felt left out at school, and even Alexander started to act distant.

He did not know that I had to start taking medication for the stress from money and school matters. This put me in a depressive state.

At the graduation dance, I did not even try to dress up. Standing next to Alexander in his fancy suit, I felt like a plain Cinderella.

"I'm surprised you're still here," a girl said to me with a fake smile. "You don't deserve him."

"We're all just trying to do our best," I said, not letting her get to me.

She looked at Alexander strangely and said, "Your dad wouldn't like this."

However, Alexander's dad was a kind baker. Why wouldn't he like me?

Before I could figure it out, Camila showed up looking like a princess. She walked right up to Alexander and asked him to dance the first dance, which was usually just for couples.

I did not have the energy to fight over a boy or play games. Alexander glanced at me, saw I did not care, and took Camila to the dance floor. People said they looked good together and glanced at me, as if they felt sorry for me.

I just smiled a little before going home to work on my paper and study for my law test.

Late that night, just as I crawled into bed, Alexander stumbled in, smelling like a brewery. He did not even say hello before he started scolding me.

"Why did you go?"

Exhausted, I pushed him off. "Cut it out. I've got a paper to turn in and a registration for in the morning. I've set six alarms. Make sure you wake me up too!"

Half asleep, I heard him sigh, a sound full of disappointment. "You're different now. All you think about is your stupid work."

When I finally woke up, it was already afternoon.

All my alarms had been turned off, my paper was late, and the deadline for the bar exam registration had come and gone.

I tried calling Alexander like crazy, but he did not pick up.

Then, I saw Camila's latest post and figured out where he had been.

There he was in her photos. He was hanging out with her at an art show in a group of nine, all smiles.

I got up and rushed to school to plead with my professor for one more chance.

He just waved me off, looking annoyed. "Look at how many classes you've missed this year. You're not focused on school, just on dating and messing things up for the juniors. You've just earned yourself another year before graduation!"

I had missed a lot of classes because I was working to pay for Mom's medical bills, but my grades were still top-notch!

I could not afford another year of tuition.

Without the certificate I would get before graduation, my internship efforts would be for nothing. No law firm would hire me.

Then, my phone buzzed with two new messages.

One from Alexander, and one from the hospital.

[I took Camila to an art show, but nothing's going on between us. You should think about what matters more, me or money! And don't stress about the bar exam, I've got it covered. I'm better at this than you think.]

[Ms. Porter, please pay the $2000 nursing fee as soon as possible.]

Seeing those two messages side by side was like a slap in the face.

Suddenly, the room started spinning.

When I snapped back to reality, an empty bottle of sleeping pills was in my hand.

However, life had a twisted sense of humor. I ended up passing out right in front of some church doors.

The kind nuns put together all their money to rush me to the hospital and saved my life.

The oldest nun looked at me with such sadness in her eyes.

"My dear, you're so young. Why would you want to stop living?"

When had anyone last been so kind to me?

I cried and cried. After coming so close to dying, what could possibly be so bad that I could not handle it?

Once I got out of the hospital, I blocked every avenue I had to contact Alexander and sent him one last text: [Forget it. I hope you and Camila are happy.]

I had to start working right away instead of going back to school, so I could pay for Mom's doctor bills.

It was tough without a lawyer's license or a diploma, but I never thought about giving up on life again. I was not the one who deserved to die.

I worked super hard, using my smarts and making friends to get ahead.

At first, Alexander tried to find me like crazy.

However, after I deliberately sent him a picture of me with another guy, he stopped showing up.

Five years later, I had a new name, Ivy, and I was known as the 'Victory Queen' in my field. I also had an adorable daughter.

I closed my client's file and rubbed my forehead.

I stopped thinking about the past. I needed to take my daughter to get her passport tomorrow. She was so excited about her school trip to Fiorenza.

It was time to bury those bad old days.

However, I never expected the past to come knocking at my door first.

Chapter 5

On our way to get her passport, my daughter could not stop talking about Pigeon Square in Fiorenza.

"Mommy, can I feed a whole bunch of pigeons? Will you come with me?"

"Of course! I'll be right there with you for whatever you want," I said, smiling and stroking her hair.

Too bad I had to start my new job at the Blake Group today and could not spend more time with her.

I quickly led my daughter past the line and into the VIP lounge to wait for our turn.

"Hello, I'll be helping you with... Alice?! "

I spun around, and there was Camila, in her crisp uniform. She glared at me.

Was it really her?

I did not want to waste words, so I grabbed my daughter's hand, ready to walk away.

However, Camila stepped in front of us, eyeing our plain dresses.

"It is you, isn't it? How did you manage to get into the VIP room? This is only for clients who make more than ten million a year!

"Oh, I get it. You must've ridden some rich guy's coattails to get in, huh? What, did he dump you? You look so poor."

My daughter touched her dress, which had been tailored just for her by a famous designer, and gave Camila a confused look.

I was too tired to deal with her, so I tossed the papers at her. "If you're not going to help, find someone who will."

She barely looked at them before pushing them back. "The documents aren't complete. Go back and fill them out."

"Which part is incomplete?" I asked, my voice turning icy.

"If I say they're incomplete, they're incomplete," she said, smugly folding her arms. "You think you can still act all high and mighty like you did back in school? As long as I'm here, you won't get this passport done!"

I snatched the papers back and called the complaint line. "Hello, I want to report a case of someone misusing their power."

Camila's face went pale, and she lunged for my phone.

Just then, the door swung open.

"Camila, how much longer will I have to wait? Aren't you coming home after work?"

That impatient voice was unmistakably familiar.

I looked up to see Alexander, all dressed up in his suit and shoes.

He stopped short when he saw me, his eyes narrowing slightly as they passed over my daughter.

"Dear, she's picking on me!" Camila whined, pointing at me. "She's even threatening me!"

Alexander did not say a word. He just kept his gaze fixed on me, his face a mix of emotions.

"Alice, it's been years, yet you're still as sharp as ever."

He stepped around Camila's attempt to hug him but still stood by her side.

"Now's not the time for you to be the bully. Apologize to Camila, and we'll forget this happened."

"Apologize?" I could not help but laugh. "Who do you think you are? I have to report her today, and we can settle this in court if we need to."

Camila stamped her foot in frustration. "Alexander, her daughter's form doesn't have her father's details. I'm just doing my job by the book!"

Alexander's face softened a bit when he heard about the missing father's details. He probably thought I was someone's secret girlfriend, which was why the details were missing.

His expression turned sour.

"Don't turn away a helping hand. My dad just hired the best lawyer around, Ivy, to run our legal department. If you take this to court, you're going to lose for sure!"

I smiled, full of confidence. "And who is your father?"

He lifted his chin proudly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"Danial Blake."

He was the wealthiest man in Arcland, a living symbol of ultimate power and riches.

He had asked me seven times to work for him before I said yes.

Camila's post only said he was the president. Now, I knew that my ex-boyfriend, whom I used to support when he was poor, was actually the son of the country's richest man.

The ridiculousness of it all hit me, and I could not help but find it funny.

He thought I was scared because I went quiet, and a look of revenge flashed in his eyes.

"Scared? I wanted to tell you the truth after I graduated. I would have married you even if my family hadn't agreed.

"However, what did you do? You were so obsessed with work! You ignored me, chased after money, and then you broke up with me out of the blue. Then, you went off with another man and even had a kid! You really..."

"Call her," I cut him off, my voice steady.

"What?"

"Call your dad's new legal chief." I smirked. "Weren't you going to make sure I'd lose?"

Alexander's face turned green. "Alright! You brought this on yourself!" He whipped out his phone, dialed quickly, and put it on speaker.

Seconds later, my phone rang.

With Alexander and Camila staring in shock, I answered the call, and my voice came through his phone's speaker.

"I'm Ivy, the lawyer you're talking about. Can I help you with something?"