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Aleza Sometime Hide Her Beauty

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"Beauty is a weapon. I just didn't know how to sharpen it back then." The memory still tastes like ash. I remember the laughter in the hallways—not with me, but at me. I remember the whispers about my 'sun-scorched' skin, the way they looked through me as if I were a stain on their perfect, porcelain world. And I remember him. Rayzon. The boy who led the choir of my misery, the one who turned my name into a joke. They broke the girl I used to be. But they didn't realize that when you break something, you create jagged edges. August 22nd. A new name. A new face. A new destiny. I hid my scars under layers of expensive silk and artistry. I traded my tears for shimmering violet lenses and a smile that could freeze the sun. I am no longer the victim they trampled upon. I am the Aleza Maseka the world will fall for—the masterpiece they can admire, but never touch. The stage is set. The school is my playground. And Rayzon? He’s about to find out that the 'ugly duckling' didn't just turn into a swan. She turned into a predator. "My name is Aleza. And I’ve come back to take everything you thought was yours."
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