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Born into the dark underworld of the Cojuangco Mafia Organization, Sarah Isabel Fortex's life was marked by power and danger from the very beginning. Her mother, Fenn Isabel Fortex, was a fiercely loyal and intelligent mafia queen, loved by her daughter but betrayed by those closest to her. Fenn's rise to power was orchestrated by Wyatt Felix Lim's grandfather, Auto Dane Lim, who saw potential in her that others, including Wyatt, resented.

Forced into an arranged marriage, Wyatt harbored hatred toward Fenn, planning her downfall with his ex-fiancé, Kristine Madielle Lorre, whose own lineage was entwined with a rival mafia organization. The betrayal culminated in a brutal act of violence, where Fenn was captured, tortured, and killed in front of a helpless four-year-old Sarah.

Years later, Sarah has grown into a formidable force, her heart hardened by the loss and betrayal she witnessed. Driven by the memory of her mother's strength and the burning desire for justice, Sarah embarks on a perilous journey through the treacherous mafia world. With every step, she unravels the lies, exposing those who wronged her, and reclaiming her place in a world that tried to break her.

"Her Dangerous Wrath" is a gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, and the relentless pursuit of power, where loyalty is scarce, and vengeance is the only path to redemption.

Her dangerous wrath

The bell rang, and the fight began. Julius "Pitbull" Carter charged forward, his fists clenched like hammers, aiming straight for Sarah's masked face. The crowd roared, anticipating a swift and brutal takedown. But Sarah was ready. She sidestepped his attack with grace, her movements fluid and precise, like a deadly dance.

Pitbull growled, frustrated by the miss, and swung again, a wild hook aimed at Sarah's ribs. This time, Sarah blocked with her forearm, the impact jarring but not enough to break her focus. She countered with a swift kick to Pitbull's knee, causing him to stumble back slightly, but he recovered quickly, his eyes burning with rage.

"You're quick," Pitbull admitted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "But let's see how long you last."

Sarah didn't flinch. She raised her fists, her stance unwavering. The crowd's noise faded into the background as she focused on her opponent. This wasn't just a fight; it was a statement.

Pitbull lunged again, his attacks more calculated this time. He threw a barrage of punches, each one faster and more powerful than the last. Sarah ducked and weaved, her agility allowing her to avoid most of the blows, but a glancing punch caught her shoulder, sending a sharp pain shooting down her arm. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain as she spun on her heel and delivered a spinning back kick to Pitbull's stomach, forcing him back several paces.

The crowd gasped, watching the masked fighter hold her own against the notorious Pitbull. Blood dripped from a small cut on Sarah's arm, but she didn't let it slow her down. She pressed the attack, launching a series of quick jabs and a roundhouse kick aimed at Pitbull's head. He barely managed to block it, his expression turning from confidence to something more wary.

Pitbull retaliated with a powerful uppercut, aiming to end the fight in one decisive blow. Sarah saw it coming, ducking at the last second and using the momentum to drive her elbow into his jaw. The impact cracked loudly, and Pitbull staggered back, dazed.

But Pitbull wasn't done. He roared in fury, wiping blood from his mouth, and charged once more, this time grabbing Sarah by the waist and lifting her off the ground. He slammed her into the arena's wall, the force rattling her bones. The crowd erupted, some cheering for Pitbull, others holding their breath for Omorfa Agria.

Pinned against the wall, Sarah could feel Pitbull's strength pressing down on her, but she wasn't ready to give up. She kneed him in the gut, loosening his grip, and twisted free, landing a solid punch to his temple. Pitbull swayed, his vision blurring for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Sarah launched herself at him, her fists and feet a blur of motion. She struck him repeatedly, each hit aimed at weakening him further. Pitbull tried to defend himself, but Sarah was relentless, her strikes precise and devastating.

Finally, with a powerful roundhouse kick to his head, Sarah sent Pitbull crashing to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The crowd fell silent, stunned by the ferocity and skill of the masked fighter.

Breathing heavily, Sarah stood over Pitbull's defeated form, her eyes cold and unforgiving behind the mask. She had won, but this fight was just the beginning. The message was clear: no one, not even Julius "Pitbull" Carter, could stand in her way.

Continued): Bloody Showdown