Katerina’s Fury
(Third-Person POV)
Inside a luxurious skyscraper, the temporary office of Maa Enterprises was being set up. Employees rushed around, adjusting furniture, setting up workstations, and finalizing schedules.
At the center of it all—Katerina Maa.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. Her sharp eyes burned with frustration, her jaw clenched.
Her thoughts were a storm.
"It was only one mistake, and he's acting like this?"
She slammed her phone down onto the glass desk, causing her assistant to flinch.
Her voice was cold, laced with disbelief.
"Even though I slept with Oberan, I punished him for exposing me to Henry! And this is what I get!?"
Her assistant hesitated before carefully speaking. "Ms. Maa, perhaps Mr. Hans—"
Katerina cut her off.
"No. He's being ridiculous. I made a mistake, and I corrected it. Why can't he see that?"
But deep down, she knew.
It wasn't just one mistake.
For two years, she had ignored Henry.
For two years, she had spent her wedding anniversaries in Oberan's arms.
For two years, she had forgotten his birthdays, brushing them off like they meant nothing.
She had let Oberan have her every night—knowing full well she was still married.
And now?
Now that Henry had erased her from his life—it enraged her.
She clenched her fists, refusing to accept it.
Katerina picked up her phone, scrolling through old messages—texts Henry had sent her, messages she had ignored.
She bit her lip, her pride refusing to admit defeat.
"This isn't over."
She turned to her assistant, her tone sharp.
"I've already dealt with Oberan. I made his life miserable. But still—why can't Henry see that?"
Her assistant hesitated again. "Maybe… he just doesn't care anymore."
Katerina's eyes flashed with anger.
"Then I'll make him care."
She refused to accept that Henry Hans was gone.
What she didn't realize was—
It wasn't just Henry she was dealing with anymore.
It was Heaven's Wing.
The Divine Executioner.
And she was about to learn that the hard way.
Katerina paced inside her office, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
Her fury hadn't cooled—it had only grown.
Henry had erased her. Rejected her. Treated her like she was nothing.
And that was unacceptable.
She turned sharply to her assistant. "Find out everything about him. I want to know what he's doing here, why he changed his name, and how the hell he managed to erase his past."
Her assistant hesitated. "Ms. Maa… that might be difficult. He's clearly gone through great lengths to disappear."
Katerina's eyes flashed dangerously. "Then I suggest you get creative."
The assistant quickly nodded, pulling out her tablet to begin the search.
But nothing could have prepared Katerina for what she would learn next.
It took two days for her assistant to gather enough information.
And when she did, she walked into Katerina's office with an uneasy expression.
"We found something," she said hesitantly.
Katerina leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed. "Well? Spit it out."
The assistant pulled up several images on her tablet and placed it on the desk in front of Katerina.
Her breath caught.
They were paintings.
Breathtaking. Haunting. Powerful.
But it wasn't the art that made her chest tighten.
It was the signature at the bottom of each painting.
Liberty.
Katerina's hands clenched into fists.
She didn't need an expert to tell her.
She knew Henry's brushstrokes. She had seen his early work, back when he used to paint for her.
Before she had made him stop.
Her assistant cleared her throat, breaking the heavy silence.
"He's an artist now. A successful one. He's been using the name Liberty for the past months."
Katerina's nails dug into her palm.
She remembered.
Henry had always loved painting.
It was the one thing that brought him peace.
But back when she had truly loved him, she had convinced him to abandon it.
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"You don't need to work," she had told him back then. "I can give you everything you need."
She had wanted him to have a life of luxury, ease, and comfort.
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And he had listened. He had given up his passion—for her.
Now?
Now he had reclaimed it.
Without her.
Katerina's blood boiled.
He disobeyed me.
That was the thought that consumed her.
He wasn't supposed to work. He wasn't supposed to struggle.
She had given him everything, and now he was living like some… some nobody artist.
Like she hadn't given him the world.
She slammed her hand on the desk, her voice sharp. "Where is his gallery?"
Her assistant blinked. "His work is displayed in a private exhibition. It's invitation-only."
Katerina's eyes darkened. "Get me in."
Her assistant hesitated. "Ms. Maa, are you sure—"
"Get. Me. In."
Her assistant nodded quickly. "I'll arrange it."
Katerina leaned back, her breath heavy, her mind spinning.
Katerina sat in her office chair, staring at the city skyline, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Henry—the man she had once controlled, the man who had loved her unconditionally—was now completely out of her grasp.
He had erased his identity.
He had become someone new.
And worst of all? He was happy without her.
Her fingers tightened around the glass of wine in her hand.
"I gave him everything," she muttered under her breath.
She had made sure he never needed to work, that he had a life of pure comfort.
And now?
Now he was painting. Living like some struggling artist instead of the man she built him to be.
A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.
Her assistant entered, holding a tablet. "Ms. Maa, we've secured an invitation to the exhibition."
Katerina's lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
"Good."
She stood, adjusting her coat, her eyes filled with determination.
Henry may have walked away from her.
But she would not allow him to forget her.
Not now.
Not ever.
This wasn't over.
She was the one who cheated first.
She was the one who betrayed Henry.
And yet, when she was finally ready to make amends, when she had punished Oberan and erased him from her life—what was she getting in return?
Nothing.
Henry didn't even acknowledge her existence.
That, more than anything, was what enraged her the most.
She had expected anger. Hatred. A fight.
But instead?
He had walked past her like a stranger.
Like she never meant anything to him.
Her jaw clenched as she picked up a glass of wine and threw it against the wall, the glass shattering into tiny fragments across the floor.
Her assistant flinched but remained silent.
"I will not be ignored." Katerina's voice was cold, dangerous.
She turned to her assistant, her eyes blazing with determination.
"Henry thinks he can erase me? Fine. I'll remind him who I am."
The assistant hesitated. "Ms. Maa, are you sure this is the best way—"
"Did I ask for your opinion?" Katerina snapped. "He doesn't get to just… walk away. I gave him everything. I took care of him. I made him comfortable!"
Her nails dug into her palms.
"And now he's out there, painting like some starving artist?" She scoffed. "Living on his own terms?"
Her pride wouldn't allow it.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain control.
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"Here's what we'll do," she said smoothly, her voice regaining its usual commanding tone.
1. She would attend his art exhibition.
If he wanted to live in his new world, then she would force her way into it.
2. She would become his biggest investor.
Money was power, and she still had plenty of it.
If she owned his work, if she controlled who saw his paintings, then she controlled him.
3. She would make him jealous.
If Henry truly didn't care, then she would force him to react.
She would bring a powerful man with her to the exhibition, someone who could get under Henry's skin.
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"If he refuses to come back willingly," she murmured, "then I'll make sure he has no choice."
She turned back to the shattered wine glass on the floor, her lips curling into a smirk.
Henry could run.
He could change his name, erase his past, and pretend she never existed.
But he had forgotten one thing.
She was Katerina Maa.
And no one—not even Henry Hans—could simply walk away from her.