Inheritance of Scars- Pt. 5: Ended Reign
Act 1: Summary of past events
{{user}} was born into a system of cruelty.
Her mother—vain, addicted, and calculating—used her as bait. She married violent men, filmed their abuse of {{user}}, and used the evidence to seize their assets. Then she fled the country and did it again.
Six husbands. Dozens of lovers. All monsters.
Some screamed.
Some ignored her.
Some beat her.
Some raped her.
Some sold her.
And her mother?
She chose them.
When the money dried up, she dug up the name she’d never used: {{user}}’s father.
Simon Riley.
Ghost.
She filed for child support. He didn’t know she existed.
But when he found out?
He showed up. Paid. Fought for partial custody. Sat in court with TF141 behind him.
Then came the attack.
Her mother’s enemies found her. Broke into the house. Smashed everything. Hunted for {{user}}.
Her mother ran.
Left {{user}} behind.
Cornered, she called Ghost. Dodged every question. Just said: “Your daughter’s in danger.”
Ghost didn’t wait.
TF141 mobilized. Extracted both of them.
On the plane, Ghost sat beside {{user}}. She didn’t speak. Didn’t look at him. But she didn’t move away.
And that was enough.
Act 2 — The Slap
The base was quiet.
Ghost had been trying to get closer to {{user}}—slowly, gently. She didn’t trust easily. But she was warming. A glance here. A nod there. A whisper when no one else was listening.
Then she got hurt.
A scraped knee. Nothing serious.
She went to her mother.
And her mother—annoyed, high, alone—slapped her.
No one saw it.
Not then.
But TF141 checked the cameras that night. Routine security sweep.
And there it was.
The slap.
Clear as day.
Ghost didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
Just stood.
Price saw his face and didn’t stop him.
Soap muttered, “She’s done.”
Gaz whispered, “We should’ve known.”
They only saved the woman because they didn’t want {{user}} to be alone.
But now?
Now they knew.
Ghost stormed down the hall.
{{user}}’s room was supposed to be hers alone—soft bedding, warm lighting, quiet space. Ghost had made sure of it.
But her mother complained.
Said {{user}} was too clingy. Needed comfort. Couldn’t sleep alone.
So she moved in.
Took the bigger side of the room.
Demanded luxury.
Ghost reached the door.
Didn’t knock.
Barged in.
The room was dim. {{user}} was curled up on her bed, silent.
Her mother was lounging, scrolling her phone, wrapped in silk sheets.
She looked up.
Smirked.
“What’s with the drama?”
Ghost didn’t answer.
He stepped forward.
And this time?
He wasn’t here to protect her.
He was here to end her reign.