My Beautiful Scar

By Anna L. Henry

There are times in life when being attractive becomes a burden, Penny never appreciated how she looked, and the vulgar compliments she received about her body didn't help matters.

She never thought of finding love, because a one night stand is all she has ever been asked, then Adam came along. He defied her expectations and made her believe that there is someone who could make her feel loved.

Penny created her world around Adam, but he seemed too good to be true. What happens when it turns out he may not be that good, or when all she has in the world becomes a mirage?

There isn't a book without the villain, but Sharron isn't your everyday villain. She becomes Penny's worst nightmare and the love that seemed too good to be true now felt too hard to keep.

 

Beautiful Scar is the book you want to read if you are a fan of romance, suspense and cliffhangers. Anna L. Henry crafted this work with the best words, settings, and characters.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anna L. Henry
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393423805

Book preview

Chapter 1

The image in the mirror stared back at Penny. The sadness that always encompassed her anytime she saw her naked self was there again, accompanied by inferior feeling. She had told herself many times that no man in his right sense would settle down with her, not with all these scars and deformities.

She couldn’t even bring herself to wear anything she wanted. She was restricted to wearing long gowns, long skirts or trousers, and anything long would do. Her dressing pattern is as constant as her breathing. Anybody who knew her could predict what she would put on for any occasion. She’s trying so much to protect her body insecurities from prying eyes that so many people were not even aware of them except the one she couldn't cover. If she could put on a mask to complement her dressing, she would. But, come to think of it, what would people say? She would just become a laughing stock to everyone who saw her. Besides, she would look unusual and scary.

She rubbed her hands over her big breasts, one of the two good things about her. She had a busty bust that sexually attracted males to her. She didn't usually like the comments the admirers of her boobs passed on her: Oh! What big boobs you have there! Mehn! These boobs are enough for me to enjoy you in bed., I won’t need any pillow if I am to sleep with you., I can’t get tired of sucking these breasts, just give me a one-night stand, These breasts are bigger than your age. And other derogatory comments. They only attracted guys to her for sex, not for love. She needed love, but she doubted if she would ever find, not with this her ugly body. If any man was attracted to her, then, it’s for sex. She hated her twenty-one-year-old self most times and she oftentimes looked for who to blame for the scars that beautified her long legs, the heaven and hell her frontal neck symbolized (there’s a disagreement between the two sides of her frontal neck; one side is dark, the other is light), the light star-shaped mark on her forehead that gave people the impression that she belonged to a supernatural realm or one occult society.

How could only her be gifted with all these incongruences! Whoever she offended! A lot of times, she would almost weep her eyes out and shut herself in, wallowing in her misfortune. The most baffling thing was when she tried to apply any bleaching ointment or lotion on the irregularities on her body, they would just worsen, and she would look scarier than the devil himself. So, she stopped trying to bleach off the star, trying to make her frontal neck agree to one color, trying to exfoliate the unpleasant spots that decorated her legs and trying to become as white as snow. Anytime she attempted it, and it always turned out bad for her in that some parts of her body would be light, some would be dark as if there’s no consensus among her body parts. It seemed some were fans of darkness while some were fans of light. She just let them be and intensified her efforts at covering them up as much as she could.

She had been standing by the vanity table, assessing herself for the past forty-five minutes. She was going to be late for work. That would be her first day working as one of the waiters of Prime Restaurant. She was resuming with an evening shift from 6 pm – 9 pm. She had got a part-time job after she had left her previous job. Her former boss was a sex maniac, always harassing her by touching her boobs