Chapter 6
The morning after the gala fiasco, Bella Rose stormed into Dr. Harris’s cosmetic surgery clinic, teetering on four–inch stilettos.
“Harris! Get out here! Look at the garbage you put in me!” She shoved past the receptionist and marched into the treatment area, smashing whatever she could reach.
Expensive imported fillers hit the floor, glossy brochures were torn to shreds, even the decorative plants in the corner were kicked over, soil spilling everywhere.
“Fraud! Quack! You ruined me! You ruined my life!” She grabbed a teacup, ready to hurl it at the floor–to–ceiling mirror.
“Miss Rose, please! Calm down!”
Dr. Harris rushed out, wearing the perfect mask of panic and innocence. Arms wide as if to block her, he pleaded in a flurry of contrition.
“Miss Rose, I understand your anger! But please let me explain–this was an accident! A bad batch from the silicone supplier, I swear!
Bella’s bloodshot eyes locked on him. “An accident? You think one word erases it? Do you know what I went through? The whole internet is laughing at me! My career is destroyed!”
She jabbed a manicured finger at her still–prominent chest. “This damned thing! Do you remember what you promised me? Flawless? And now?”
Harris’s face melted into practiced sympathy. “MissRose, every mistake is mine. I failed to supervise properly. But please believe me- I want your results to be perfect more than anyone. The priority now is fixing the problem.”
Lowering his voice, coaxing like a hypnotist, he said, “I’ve contacted a top European supplier. Latest high–end implant–cutting–edge, fully biocompatible. And…”
He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “It’s bigger with better support–one full size up. It will erase this… accident, and restore your confidence. You’ll come back even better than before.”
The words hit like a drug. Bigger. Perfect. A weapon to win back her reputation.
Her rage faltered, replaced by a feverish craving.
“Bigger… more perfect?” Her voice trembled with doubt.
“Absolutely. I’ll stake my career on it. I’ll operate myself, use the finest materials, and replace them for free–guaranteed flawless.”
The promise and the lure of an “upgrade” broke down her last defenses.
She stared at her reflection–gaunt face, but curves still defiant. She pictured herself, augmented again, striding back into the spotlight, shutting every critic up.
“Fine,” she snapped. “Do it now. The biggest, the best. If you screw me again, Harris, you won’t survive it.”
“Trust me,” he said, hiding his smirk behind a respectful nod.
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The OR was prepped at once. On the table, under anesthesia, Bella received her “enhanced” implants–larger, heavier, and specially modified in ways she never questioned.
The surgery went smoothly.
When she awoke, her first instinct was to touch her bandaged chest. The size, swelling, and overwhelming fullness made her grin through the pain.
“Yes… this is right.”
She whispered to herself, already seeing her comeback–her glorious second debut with her “upgraded weapons.”
She never even asked what exactly had been put inside her.
And she never suspected the “surprise” waiting down the road an encore more absurd than the squeaky–chicken fiasco.
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