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

"Your ankle is twisted badly. You won't be able to walk properly for the next month."

The doctor nodded sympathetically.

"Yes. You'll need to rest and go through physiotherapy to heal properly."

"I have a shoot in two days!" I practically screamed.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," the doctor said, shaking his head.

A strangled, frustrated scream built in my throat, but I bit it down, breathing heavily.

Davian, noticing the dark look on my face, sighed.

"Just take it easy, Sophia," he said, standing up. "I'll take care of things on my end. Focus on recovering."

I said nothing, my fists trembling with rage.

As Davian left the room, I clenched my jaw, breathing heavily, the frustration inside me erupted.

Temporary Relief