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Julian Moreau has built a life of wealth and prestige, a dazzling empire born from ambition and sacrifice. But beneath the gilded veneer lies a man tormented by expectations—his mother's relentless demand for a family and his own inability to envision a life beyond his business. The hollow luxury of his existence is shattered one fateful night when an accident nearly claims his life, and a mysterious young woman named Isabella risks everything to save him.

Isabella, a selfless girl from a humble background, is thrust into Julian's world of opulence after a desperate plea from his mother, Cilla Moreau. With the promise of money that could change her family's life, Isabella agrees to marry Julian, a man she barely knows. As she steps into the grandeur of the Moreau estate, Isabella is faced with the enormity of her decision—and the daunting task of breaking through Julian's guarded heart.

Bound by a sense of duty, a promise, and an unexpected act of courage, Julian and Isabella are thrown together in a world neither fully understands. Can love grow in the shadow of an arrangement built on desperation? And will Julian find the courage to confront the emptiness within him before it’s too late?

"The Scars We Carry" is a poignant tale of redemption, resilience, and the transformative power of love, where two lives collide in the unlikeliest of circumstances, and fate tests the limits of their hearts..

The Scars We Carry

Lisa crossed her arms. "That's not a good reason to slap me."

Lucy smirked. "It is. You came here claiming you wanted the truth, but you didn't even check if your own equipment was working properly."

Lisa, without hesitation, slapped Lucy back.

Lucy's eyes widened. "Why did you slap me?!"

Lisa glared. "First, you slapped me. Second, how dare you embarrass me like that?"

Lucy chuckled. "Lisa, you're a smart woman. This is live, right?"

Lisa's expression faltered. "You're right…"

"Thank you," Lucy said with a grin. "And just so you know, I'm a smart woman too. And I don't like getting slapped."

Lisa scoffed. "No one likes getting slapped."

Lucy turned toward the camera crew. "Alright, let me take over here. You—camera guy—don't turn this off. I'll give you a hundred thousand."

The cameraman hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Deal."

Lucy faced the camera directly. "Now, here are five of the darkest secrets of AWNR."

Lisa's face paled. "Shut it down!"

The cameraman shook his head. "Nope."

Lucy continued. "First—AWNR's CEO exploits workers. For example—" She pulled out her phone and held it up to the camera, showing a video of the CEO forcing foreign workers to do overtime with no breaks, no pay, and no knowledge of their rights.

Lisa lunged toward her. "Stop this!"

Lucy ignored her. "Second—AWNR employs people who like kids. And not in a normal way."

Lisa turned to the crew. "I said shut it down!"

Lucy smirked. "Third—Lisa isn't even the highest-paid reporter, even though she has the highest ratings. Guess who is? A news anchor named Rule Reail—the CEO's own son."

Before Lucy could finish, Lisa shoved the camera, abruptly cutting the live broadcast.

Breathing heavily, Lisa turned to Lucy. "You just ruined my life."

Lucy tilted her head mockingly. "Kneel."

"Kneel," Lucy repeated, her voice dangerously soft. "And say, 'Sorry, boss.'"

Lisa clenched her jaw but, seeing no other choice, dropped to her knees. "Sorry… boss."

Isabella, who had been watching in shock, finally spoke. "Wow… your sister really knows her stuff."

Julian crossed his arms. "She knows too much."

Do not mess with Lucy