Revenge Behind The Mask

COURTNEY'S POV.

I kept staring at the white contract sheet, words struggling to form in my mouth, but dying instead at my throat before they could even make it past.

The terms were very clear, and I looked at his beautifully molded face.

“You don't understand?”

“I don't.”

“I need a wife, and you'll be her. But at the same time, I'm going to use you to fulfill what we both want. Revenge on Kent. In return, I give you a new face, a new life, new assets, and the opportunity to get back at Kent Bieber.”

My fingers clenched around the contract, as something burned alive in my chest.

“Should you be thinking twice? Perhaps, you haven't seen this.” He said, tossing his phone to me, and I looked at the photo on it.

It was Kent, and his side chick Lacey. The wedding that ought to be mine. In the wedding dress that I picked out, the wedding hall that I personally picked, and supervised, with the flowers I bought and adored.

I gave a scoff, wanting to smash the phone into the ground, as my eyes became hot, and my throat raw.

I wanted to hit something. Damnit. I was in a coma for weeks, with a completely destroyed face, but he was having the marriage of the century after deceiving me, and conning me?

To think that I loved him.

“It is purely business, and we part when…”

Before he even finished speaking, I scribbled my signature away on the contract with fingers shaking from fury.

David put a finger under my chin. “I will make you pretty, darling. Very pretty.” He said, his eyes holding a promise.

~

Weeks later, I sat in the mirror, staring at my new face. We'd done the surgery, started a new life for me, given me some social exposure, and finally, we were preparing for the grand event which we were looking forward to.

That was the day we would ruin Kent.

But first, I had an important mission.

Putting mascara on my long dark lashes, I smiled, knowing my grey eyes would never be enough to make him remember me.

Now, my nose was high and elegant, my lips a perfect, little heart, my chin shaped in a soft V. My hair the brown of autumn leaves, cascading softly down my shoulders in soft, silky waves.

I'd become a piece of artwork.

David and I held a large wedding. The wedding of my dreams, although the bitterness was still there because each smile we sent to each other, each sweet look, each shared kiss was as fake as a bronze ring slathered with shiny gold paint.

But that was fine. Turned out Kent had messed around with more wrong people.

“He also tried to con me, but he will never get away with it. You are my doll, and you'll smash him into pieces for me.” David had whispered into my ear that day after we'd left the hospital.

I picked up my bag, after putting on a little gloss, and made my way out of the house.

David was making tea for himself when I passed by.

Why would Kent mess with such a man? His build alone, and the powerful feeling he evoked was enough to scare anyone away. Why was Kent so stupid?

His gray eyes turned on mine, and I shifted them away. Somehow, his eyes were way too intense.

“I'm going to see Kent.”

“Ah,” A wicked smile stretched on his lips, “Don't get overwhelmed.” He said, and I nodded, before going out.

The driver drove me to the matrimonial home of Kent and Lacey. The home I'd picked, and paid for.

Kent opened the door swiftly, and I stared into his brilliant emerald eyes, feeling the heat spread in my chest.

Slowly, his eyes traveled to the cleavage I'd revealed by missing two buttons of my shirt.

Once a jerk. Always a jerk.

Let's do this.