JullieFerdie

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you."

Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister.

"Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me.

And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath."

Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..."

My throat tightened. "If I fail?"

The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm."

What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

365-Days Burning Vengeance

Sophia's eyes darted between Sebastian, Nancy, and me, her hands clenched into fists. "This isn't fair," she hissed, her voice trembling with rage.

"Fair or not, it's final," Sebastian said firmly. "If you can't accept it, you're welcome to leave my company."

The room went silent again, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Sophia's face turned pale, and for a moment, I thought she might explode.

"You'd really replace me?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Sebastian's expression softened, but only slightly. "I don't want to, Sophia. But if you can't respect my decision, I won't have a choice."

Sophia glared at me one last time, her eyes filled with resentment, before turning to Sebastian. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But don't expect me to work well with anyone else."

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his composure unwavering. "I'll manage."

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