The footsteps grew clearer, a slow yet steady thud echoing behind her. Amora turned sharply, her wary gaze sweeping the length of the corridor. But still, there was no one there.“Am I just hallucinating?” she murmured, trying to steady herself.Her fingers tightened around the doorknob, ready to enter the competition room. But suddenly, a deep voice echoed from behind her.“Not everyone can walk this far, Amora.”Amora’s body tensed. She spun around quickly. A man in a black suit stood only a few meters away, his face half-hidden by the corridor’s shadows. His eyes were sharp, piercing.“Who are you?” Amora’s voice trembled, though she tried to sound firm.The man took a slow step forward, his tone cold. “You don’t need to know. I’m just following orders!”“Orders?” Amora’s brows furrowed faintly. “Who ordered you?” she pressed.“Someone who knows who you really are,” the man replied firmly.Amora stepped back. “What do you mean? I don’t even know you. Don’t try to scare me, or I’ll
“Wait, let me answer this call first. I’ll explain later, Darling,” Jessica said hurriedly, her face looking tense. She quickly rushed out of the room, as if trying to escape her daughter’s gaze.Amora, still seated where she was, could only watch her mother’s back disappear behind the door. Something felt strange. That warm smile from earlier had suddenly vanished the moment the phone rang.Is Mommy hiding something from me? she wondered, her brows knitting in suspicion.Before she could dwell on her thoughts, two nurses entered the room. “Miss Amora, it’s time to move you to the recovery room,” one of them said with a friendly smile.Amora nodded faintly. She didn’t protest, merely laying back down on the hospital bed. The two nurses carefully pushed her bed toward another room. A complete recovery was waiting ahead; the wounds from her plastic surgery had to heal perfectly before she could begin a new life..Two days passed. Finally, the moment Amora had been waiting for arrived—t
She didn’t know how it happened. The moment Amora opened her eyes, a scream tore from her throat. Shock rippled through her as her body felt… foreign. Her fingers traced over smooth skin, the curves of a body no longer burdened with excess weight. She—once mocked for being overweight—was now flawlessly slender.“What… is this?” she whispered breathlessly, struggling to recall the last thing she remembered.Then it hit her.The fire.She should have burned alive in that room. She should have died. If so, then where was she now? Was this another world?Amora darted her gaze around, searching for her mother. But this room was unfamiliar—white, sterile, filled with the sharp scent of medicine. She was alone. Her breath caught when her hand brushed the bandages tightly wrapped around her face, as though she had undergone plastic surgery.“Am I dreaming?” she muttered in confusion. No one was there to answer her—only silence.Suddenly, the glass door swung open. A nurse stepped inside, star
After Amora’s departure, the party resumed as if nothing had happened. Glasses clinked, music thumped once more, and the guests’ laughter filled the room. Vicktor stood with a blank expression, not even considering chasing after the woman who had stood by him long before he became anyone of importance.Lucy, who had been sitting sweetly at his side, smiled in satisfaction. Her shame had long vanished, replaced by a swelling sense of triumph. This is the moment. My revenge has finally begun, she thought, gazing at Vicktor with eyes brimming with smug delight.As the music took over the room again, people gradually began to forget the commotion from earlier. Laughter echoed once more, and the beat grew louder. But the calm didn’t last long.Suddenly, the sound of the large doors creaking open thundered through the hall. A middle-aged woman with piercing eyes stepped inside.“Turn off the music!” she commanded loudly.The melody was cut short. Silence fell instantly, thick with tension.
“Lucy, you’ve truly trampled on my dignity!” Amora’s voice quivered with restrained fury.She strode swiftly, cutting through the crowd of party guests. Her heels struck the marble floor with sharp echoes, while the music that had once filled the hall fell into sudden silence the moment she reached the center of the podium. All heads turned at once.“Hey, look! A fat woman wants to join our party,” one guest sneered mockingly.Whispers spread quickly. Disgusted glances swept over Amora’s body, as if her very presence were an embarrassment.Lucy, standing elegantly in her glittering designer dress, curved her lips into a scornful smile. She stepped slowly toward Amora, her gaze brimming with triumph.“Where is Vicktor?” Amora demanded, her voice cold yet firm.The atmosphere froze for a heartbeat before someone called out loudly, “Did I hear that right? This woman is looking for your lover, Lucy?”Small jeers followed.“Aren’t you ashamed? Just look at yourself… like a pig weighing a h
The car sped forward. Rain began to fall, accompanying Amora as she rushed to the hospital after receiving the news that her father was in critical condition. Raindrops streaked across the windshield in uneven lines, and Amora’s own tears streamed down her cheeks.When she arrived, Amora hurried inside the large hospital. Her heart trembled violently the moment her eyes caught sight of Vicktor standing not far from the emergency room. The wound of betrayal resurfaced, bringing back a pain she could hardly contain.She was about to step inside, but Vicktor’s voice stopped her.“Amora…” he called softly.Amora turned, her gaze bitter and sharp.“Why is Father in critical condition? Did he have an accident, Vick?!”Her question froze Vicktor in silence. His mind scrambled for an answer. He couldn’t possibly tell her the truth—that Robert had gone to see Lucy at her residence.“Mommy said Daddy slipped in the bathroom and passed out. Maybe his heart condition relapsed again.”Vicktor was