"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?

The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a faint golden glow across the room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the remnants of last night's indulgence.


I stirred, blinking the sleep from my eyes, only to be met with the sight of Sophia's bare shoulder, her golden hair fanned across the silk sheets. Her breathing was steady, peaceful, completely unaware that my mind was already racing ahead.


Not just any meeting. A meeting with Nikolai D'Angelo.


My body tensed instantly. I turned my head, catching sight of the clock on the nightstand.


I sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My mind was already working at full speed. This meeting was important, crucial, even. Nikolai D'Angelo wasn't someone you kept waiting.


I stood up, barely sparing Sophia a glance as I strode towards the bathroom.


Chapter 89 - Why Should I Choose Either Of You?