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 face turned red with anger, as she pointed her fingers accusingly at me.

Sebastian's brow furrowed as he massaged his temple in frustration. The cleaner still stood by his desk. The tension in the room was palpable, but I sat there unfazed, my confidence a sharp contrast to their flustered theatrics.

"You didn't even bother asking what she did to provoke me," I said, my voice calm but laced with steel.

Sophia sneered, her lips curling in a derisive smile. "No matter what she did, Morana, she didn't deserve that."

Sebastian nodded, like the obedient little puppet he was, his expression grim. "Sophia's right. No matter what she said or did, it didn't warrant such extreme measures."

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs gracefully as I studied them both. My amusement must have shown, because Sophia's expression darkened.

Better Luck Next Time