My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 230: The Scar On Her Temple

(Arata)

Ranold’s words transported me back to years ago when I was around 12-13 years old. We were on vacation, visiting Aunt Erdith’s home in Marica City. That was the first time I came here.

I remember stepping out of the house to explore at noon. Mom and Baba were strict and didn’t let us go out without the supervision of an elder, so I waited for them to take a nap and sneaked out.

I wandered around for a long time and ended up going to a nearby park. While walking on the side of the road, a fast car approached and would have hit me if a stranger hadn’t pushed me out of the way.

My temple hit the side of the road and I passed out. The memories of what happened were extremely vague. All I remember was the loud screeches of the car and a male’s voice cautioning me.

Then I woke up in a hospital with a bandage around my head. A scar later formed where I had hit my head.

I don’t remember who the stranger was and what he looked like, but it seemed like these two had been targeting me for a long long time.

Considering Ranold was born in the same year as I was, he was a few months younger than I.

By the time I was busy playing with dolls and paints, this despicable woman had already poisoned him to the extent that he wished to take a life.

Endangering her son’s life while trying to take another child’s just to get back at my parents? Because of a story she had knitted on her own.

Maybe that Doran guy was alive somewhere and had hidden himself in a secluded corner of this world.

Maybe he didn’t want to be found.

"You were responsible for the accident that almost cost me my life?" I asked, slightly dazed.

People could be so cruel, they wouldn’t even refrain from hurting a child. Exactly why these two couldn’t know I was pregnant, or they would forcefully make me take some kind of pill to kill the fetus inside me.

"And yet you survived, but that gave us another opportunity. A long game we needed to play, and I had to get my son ready. For him to earn a name for himself. We got associated with your saviour, the 22-year-old boy who was just starting a business but had a strong second name."

What were they even talking about?

I shook my head, not understanding their story or logic.

Seeing my confusion, Ranold stepped in to fill in the remaining parts of this story.

"My mother hired someone to keep an eye on your family’s whereabouts. So when you people arrived in Marica City, where my mother had settled with me, she thought it was an opportunity to avenge my father. So Mom Karen hired an assassin to kill you, but someone stepped in and saved you by pushing you out of harm’s way and got injured in the process," he paused as if relishing the memory.

"The hired gun told us it was a hit and a miss. We were already on the way, wishing to witness the historical moment. So Mom decided to take things into her own hands," he stated and continued while I listened in a dazed state.

"By the time we arrived at the scene, a crowd was gathering. Both of you were unconscious, and there was no way we could reach you. Mom recognised the boy who had tried to save you. He had recently hit the news as the youngest CEO of Marica City and had just set up his clothing company, it was none other than your lover, Karsten Chevalier."

The news hit me like a hot splash of water on a cold day. I remembered Mom and Baba had tried to find the person who had saved my life. By the time they had reached me, that person had disappeared.

It was Karsten...he had saved my life on more than one occasion now. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held them back; these people didn’t deserve to see me vulnerable.

"Luckily for us, when Karsten gained consciousness, he remembered nothing about the accident or that he had saved someone. So we told him, a car hit him and we brought him to the hospital, putting him in our debt, forever."

Ranold smirked, flashing his perfect teeth at me. freewēbnoveℓ.com

So manipulative, these people used him without him even realising.

"Mom requested him to take me under his wing soon and train me in the art of the business. I had always been advanced for my age, and computers have always been my best friends. So by the time I turned 16, I had joined Karsten’s empire, and by the age of 20, I rose to the position of COO. He blindly trusted me, and I used his resources to my advantage, furthering our plan, planting bugs in the system, and keeping an eye on his activities. That’s how I always knew everything about him," Ranold announced in all smugness, leaving me dumbfounded.

They broke his trust and used his kindness against him.

Karsten had a soft spot for people without fathers, like Miranda’s son and Ranold. While Miranda didn’t use him for negative gains, Ranold and his mother did just that.

It sickened me even more, and I wished to just get up and rip those smug smiles off their faces.

"So you became his best friend to just use him and have been doing so for years...pathetic," I couldn’t help but scoff. My wrists hurt as my hands strained against them.

Ranold finally left his mother’s side and lazily walked over to me.

"Anything to get our hands on you...Princess." He grabbed my hair again, sending my heart into a frenzy. With people as unhinged as Ranold and his mother, one could never know what their next objective would be.

"And now it’s time to send some incentive to Karsten for being so wonderful to us," he bent down and breathed into my ear, his lips almost touching the rim of my outer ear. "Don’t you think so?"

The disgust crawled all over my skin, and I tried to jerk away from his proximity and heat.

"Cut her hair and send them. I always hated her mother’s red locks, which Doran used to love so much that he would make me wear an Auburn wig. I couldn’t cut her mom’s hair, but hers we surely can."

His mother snickered from her seat, sending my whole body into a frenzy.

No, not my hair. It had taken years to grow them so long.

But I wasn’t going to beg them; my display of emotions and misery they would enjoy.

And it was useless to struggle because those ropes were extremely tight.

"That’s a great idea, Mom."

The next few minutes ripped my soul out. I tried to bury all my emotions, but the pain was crippling, suffocating, almost paralysing.

I closed my eyes and tried not to spill any tears. The memories of Karsten burying his nose in my soft curls kept me distracted.

The sound of the scissors as they mercilessly chopped off my hair was a sound from my worst nightmares, and I knew this would haunt me for a lifetime.

They fell all around me colouring the dull grey of the floor—red.