Songhu

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

Julian walked into the room and raised an eyebrow. "Your house?"

Lucy quickly corrected herself. "I meant your house."

Lisa and her crew left, closing the door behind them.

Julian exhaled and looked at Lucy. "You do realize you're one of the richest women—no, richest humans—on the planet, right?"

Lucy crossed her arms. "Where are you going with this?"

"After the wedding, you're moving out."

Lucy scoffed. "So you're kicking your own sister—your own family—out onto the street?"

Julian rolled his eyes. "Again, you're one of the richest people on Earth. You're not exactly going to be homeless."

Lucy smirked. "Why are you really kicking me out?"

Julian ran a hand through his hair. "Because I'm tired of your drama. Like today—you slapped someone, exposed business secrets, and I know you planned all of it."

Lucy's smirk grew. "I'll leave… if you just say it outright. Say you're kicking me out."

Julian clenched his jaw. "Fine. I'm kicking you out."

Lucy grinned. "Thank you! Now I have it on record." She tapped her phone. "This might ruin your image… maybe even slowly damage the MII."

Lucy grinned wider. "Got that too."

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Stay."

Lucy turned on her heel. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have wedding invitations to send out."

Julian frowned. "You don't even know the date of the wedding."

Lucy didn't miss a beat. "Two weeks from now. Sunday. 10 AM to 3 PM. Guests will be picked up by plane and taken to the island."

Julian stared at her. "...Still, get out of my office."

Lucy arrived at Lisa's penthouse—a sleek, glass-walled home perched on a private beach. Rare birds fluttered in aviaries, and a Kentucky Derby-bred horse roamed the stables.

"You have some nerve showing up here," Lisa hissed.

Lisa forced a smile. "You ruined my life."

Lucy, completely unfazed, calmly held out an envelope. "Relax. You're invited to Julian's wedding. This invitation explains everything. Oh, and I have a job offer for you."

"I want you to be the first news reporter for Lucy Truth Fair News—LTFN for short."

Lisa scoffed. "You're messing with me."

"Nope," Lucy said. "Your old job is gone, just like AWNR. So I'm hiring you."

Lisa looked at her suspiciously. "Why me? And when did you even decide to start your own news network?"

Lucy smiled. "I was bored. And when I was slapping you earlier, I realized… why not? So here we are."

Lisa stared at her. Then she laughed. "You're crazy."

Lisa and Lucy