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

I stared at Davian, my heart racing—not with fear or sadness, but with the thrill of the game. He thought he had me cornered, thought he could pull the rug out from under me and force me into submission.

I took a slow breath, then, without warning, let my entire body tremble. My eyes welled up, and a soft, choked sob escaped my lips as I clutched my chest as if his words had struck me deep.

"Babe," I whispered brokenly, my voice shaking. "You know how much I love you… How can you say that?"

Davian stiffened, his confident smirk faltering for the first time. His dark eyes flickered with uncertainty.

I let the tears spill over, my shoulders shaking as I took a staggering step back.

"Is that how lowly you think of me?" I continued, my voice rising with heartbreak. "Don't you care about my happiness? Don't you know how much I love the runway, how much joy it brings me?"

I'll Make My Comeback Known