~𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.~
MOM!!!!!!"I woke with a violent jolt, my breath caught in my throat. Sweat poured from my forehead down to my neck, soaking the sheets. My eyes darted around the room, wide and panicked, before landing on the digital clock. It was past three in the morning. I wiped the damp hair from my face and forced myself to take a deep, ragged breath.It had been six years. Six damn, fucking years, and that night still haunted my dreams every single night. The night I lost everything. My mom. My brother. My only true family.And all because of my father. He was too busy with his mistress and their child, treating us like we were nothing but a burden. A slow, bitter chuckle left my lips as I stared into the shadows of my room.
I could still remember the suffocating silence of that evening. I had been out with my friends, but when I came back, the house was dark. Too silent. Panic had pricked at my skin. I shouted, "Mom... Luka... Where are you?" No answer. I checked every corner, every room, but they were gone. My intuition screamed that something was horribly wrong, though I tried to convince myself they had just gone to the store.Then came the knock on the door. Relieved, I threw it open. "Mom, Luka, where were you bo—"The words died in my throat. Standing on the porch wasn't my mother or my brother. It was him. Kyle. My stepbrother, my father's other child. He looked at me with a heavy, predatory gaze that made my skin crawl with instant disgust. I slammed the door, but he was faster, jamming his boot into the gap. He smirked, his superior physical strength easily overpowering me as he shoved the door open, sending me crashing hard onto the floor.
I crawled backward, terror seizing my chest as he stepped inside and clicked the lock behind him."Kyle... w... what are you doing here?" I stammered.He stayed silent for a long, agonizing moment before bending down, a venomous smile spreading across his face that never reached his eyes. "Tara... my dear stepsister. You don't look happy to see me. But me? I am way too happy to see you.""Kyle... why are you here?!""I thought you might be lonely without your bitch mother and brother," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Since they're with Dad... I thought, why shouldn't I accompany you?"My eyes widened in pure horror. "MOM? WHERE IS SHE? WHERE'S MY BROTHER?!"
Kyle lunged, gripping my jaw so hard I felt the bone creak. He glared down at me angrily. "Soon going to hell," he sneered, leaning dangerously close. "And you will too."With a surge of adrenaline, I struggled, managed to push him away, and bolted out the door. I didn't look back. I ran blindly into the dense, black forest behind our house, the heavy thud of his boots echoing right behind me. My lungs burned. At seventeen, I was no match for him, so I scrambled behind a massive jagged rock, pressing my back against the stone, praying silently that the shadows would hide me....But he found me.
I begged him screamed for help but no one heard me... "K... Kyle please I... aM... Only 17 don't do this to me" But that monster he didn't listen even once he raped brutally.... It was painful too painful I cried ,begged but it didn't effect him... I don't know for how long he has been torturing me.... Finally satisfying his hunger he let go of me he stand up wore his clothes leaving me in my torn and broken self... He take out a tablet I wasn't able to move... My body was aching badly like it was torn apart I could barely open my eyes he showed me a video recorded...and I saw them my mom and luka beaten.. Nails plucked out the kind of state that can make you vomit... My tears fall... They were barely alive before my so called dad cut them into pieces... Their screams were tapped in that tablet and Kyle he laughed at my state "Only if your mom has given me you without declining she might stayed alive but don't worry I still got u"
The nightmare didn't end in the woods. Kyle dragged me to the edge of the cliff, his laughter echoing against the crashing waves below. With a final, cruel shove, he sent me plummeting into the dark abyss of the ocean.I should have died that night. But fate had other plans.Days later, I woke up in a world of white—a high-tech medical wing inside a vast, secluded estate. A woman named Cristina, a powerful philanthropist who had found me drifting near her private vessel, sat by my bed. When I eventually found the strength to tell her about the betrayal of my father and the cruelty of Kyle, she didn't offer pity. She offered a way out.
For six years, Cristina mentored me. She provided the resources for me to disappear and reinvent myself. I underwent reconstructive surgery to repair the damage from the fall, adopted a new name, and spent every waking hour training. I studied law, finance, and combat, hardening my heart until it was as cold as the water that nearly claimed me.I was no longer Tara, the victim. I was the architect of their downfall.
(Continuation of first scene)
I threw off the damp sheets, my boots hitting the cold floor. Walking over to the full-length mirror, I stared at the flawless, sharp face the surgeons had given me. The scars on my soul remained, but Tiara Simon was ready.I smoothed down the lapels of my tailored blazer, checked the hidden blade in my sleeve, and smiled a cold, bloodless smile."Finally, the day has come."
The boardroom of Simon Industries smelled of expensive leather and corporate greed. My birth father sat across from me, his eyes gleaming with the desperate hunger of a businessman on the brink of bankruptcy. He had no idea that the wealthy tycoon funding his survival was the daughter he had discarded. To him, I was Tiara Simon, Cristina’s sole heir."Miss Simon, this partnership will secure both our futures," he said, offering a slimy, familiar smile."I agree," I replied, my voice smooth, masking the venom beneath.Using a classic sleight of hand I had practiced for years, I casually shuffled the folders on the table. The top document looked identical to the merger he expected, but the pages beneath were entirely different. It was an absolute asset transfer, stripping him of his company, his wealth, his homes, and his legal protections.He signed his name with a flourish, completely blind to his own destruction.I pulled the document back, checking the signature. A dark satisfaction washed over me. "It’s a done deal."He leaned back, laughing. "A pleasure doing business. You know, you remind me of someone, but she wasn't nearly as smart or beautiful."I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hands, my eyes locking onto his. "Oh? Do I remind you of Tara? Or perhaps the wife and son you had butchered six years ago?"The color instantly drained from his face. He shook his head, stammering. "What... what did you say? How do you know those names?""Because blood doesn't wash out of a family tree," I whispered, leaning in closer. "Look at my eyes, Dad. I didn't die in that ocean. I came back. And you just signed away every single penny you own to the ghost of your past."Before he could scream, two of Cristina’s heavily armed security guards stepped out from the shadows, blocking the exit.
That same night, the neon lights of The Abyss nightclub throbbed against the pavement. I watched from a black SUV as Kyle stumbled out of the VIP exit, high on adrenaline and completely unguarded. He hadn't changed at all—still the same arrogant, predatory monster.He didn't even hear my footsteps behind him.A heavy, chloroform-soaked rag clamped over his mouth. He thrashed, his physical strength useless against the sudden paralysis. Within seconds, his eyes rolled back, and my men hoisted his limp body into the back of the van."Take him to the basement," I ordered, wiping my hands. "Let the guests know he's arrived."
The air in the underground facility was thick with the scent of damp concrete and copper. I had built this place specifically for them.In the first room, my father and his mistress were chained to heavy steel chairs. The exact tools Kyle had used on my family—heavy pliers and rusted blades—sat gleaming on a silver tray. Over the next three weeks, I systematically broke them. I watched, completely unbothered, as their nails were pulled out one by one. Their pathetic pleas for mercy echoed off the walls, a perfect mirror to the screams of my mother and Luka.
But the deepest circle of hell was reserved for Kyle.I confined him to a reinforced cell down the hall. I hired a brutal group of men to break his spirit completely. For months, they took from him the exact thing he had stolen from me in the woods. Every night, his arrogant sneer shattered further into high-pitched, desperate sobbing. He begged me for death, but I made him wait.On the final night, I walked into his cell holding a heavy machete. Kyle lay on the floor, a broken, hollow shell of a man, shivering in his own filth."Please," he croaked, barely able to open his swollen eyes. "Just end it.""With pleasure," I said.I didn't hesitate. I swung the blade, letting six years of pure, unadulterated rage guide my hands. I cut him into pieces, refusing to look away until the monster who destroyed my youth was nothing but a silent, bloody mess on the concrete floor.
The silence in the basement was absolute now. The debt was paid.Exhausted, I walked over to the rusted sink in the corner to wash the blood from my hands. I looked up into the cracked mirror on the wall.I expected to feel relief. I expected to feel the heavy weight lift from my chest. But as I stared at my reflection, my breath hitched. The innocent, terrified seventeen-year-old girl named Tara was completely gone. In her place stood a cold, hollow shell—a calculated executioner with dead eyes.To destroy the devils, I had filled my own heart with darkness. And it had consumed me completely. I had become the very monster I sought to destroy.A bitter, hollow chuckle escaped my lips, echoing loudly against the blood-stained concrete.
I whispered to the empty room
"𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙝"
