The Billionaire Husband Who Faked His Death for His Mistress

After the disfigurement, I became a makeup-tutorial influencer online, doing free makeup for girls with facial scars.

My schedule was booked solid, more than I could handle, and I was about to post a notice that I'd stopped taking new clients.

Then my inbox got flooded by one person's DMs.

【I'm getting married tomorrow, but a fire left my face disfigured.】

【Could you do my makeup, just once? I want to be beautiful at my wedding.】

The same thing that had happened to me. It made my chest clench.

I made an exception and agreed, following the location she'd sent to find the place.