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Shattered chain

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-05-03
By:  Odujobi oyinkansola Ongoing
Language: English
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Action

Tragedy

Mystery

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Brave

Teenager

Revenge

Weak to Strong

Twisted

Born into a world of pain and betrayal, Winnie never knew love—only survival. Abandoned by a father who never cared, tormented by a stepmother who sold her innocence for profit, and forced into a life she never chose, she learned that mercy was a luxury she could never afford. When her only family—her beloved brother—is ripped from her, Winnie is left with nothing but the scars of her past and the fire of revenge burning in her soul. She refuses to be another victim, refuses to be just another forgotten girl. With the help of Carter, a man with his own demons, and Michael, a protector forged in blood, she fights back. But Damien—the monster who ruled the shadows of her life—won’t let go so easily. He built his empire on broken lives, and he won’t fall without a war. As Winnie uncovers the secrets that could destroy him, she must decide: will she run, or will she burn everything down with him? “shattered chain” is a harrowing tale of survival, revenge, and the power of resilience. In a world where monsters wear human faces, Winnie must break free from the past—or be consumed by it. Will she rise, or will the darkness finally claim her?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: chains of faith

I was in my room when I heard my mother crying for help. I attempted to lend a hand, only to discover that I was once again imprisoned in my own room. I had no idea what was going on but I knew she was being beaten by my father again “God I never sought a father, nor did I ever ask for one” I said. My mother bore it all in silence until the day my father walked through the door with a sly-eyed woman on his arm and declared her his new wife. My mom dared not to complain or disagree, she would endure the blows until earth itself became her final refuge. One faithful night, it was raining heavily, thunder was striking like its judgement day, and the sound became trapped and refracted back to the ground. My dad had left home since morning, he was not concerned about what we would survive on nor did he come back home that night to know. My mom decided to risk her life with a heavy stomach so my brother and I could eat, when she came back, everywhere was as dark as vantablack, she tried to navigate her way to her room but she couldn't, then I heard a scream, it was my mom again. I wondered what was going on because my father wasn't around so what could have possibly made her screamed so loud? I went to get my mom with the lamp, when I got there, she was in a pool of her own blood. My so-called stepmom used a blade to cut my mom's back. It would have been good if that was the only thing she was going through that night but unfortunately, she was in labour. My father was not around and my stepmom would not help, my mom only had my elder brother and me, we watched our mom go through pains but we could not help. She stopped screaming and I was relieved that she already finished labouring. Woefully, I didn't hear the sound of a baby crying, then I tapped my mom, but she didn't respond so I thought she slept off, I tried waking her up so she could go to her room but turned out she was fast asleep then I laughed because I couldn't cry and I said: “Oh lord this woman is so lazy, how could she possibly sleep off and forget to bring out the child in her womb”.

Days after days I started to realise that my mother was never going to wake up from that sleep. She was buried after a week and I knew life was not going to be facile for my brother and me so we decided to do anything our step asked us to do, my dad doesn't come home daily again and I knew for sure he doesn't care about anyone anymore. We quit school which was our last option to succeed. She made us hawk to survive, it's not like we didn't have enough money to live, she just wanted us to know what life really is, there was no one to stop her neither was there someone to advise her. My brother got sick at a point and he couldn't get enough treatment. I decided to go to my stepmother for help “Ma please my brother is really sick and he needs urgent treatment”, I said. “ Who gave birth to this useless child? Will you get out of my sight before I struggle you till death”. I went back to my brother and massaged his body with warm water but it kept getting worse so I decided to go on the street to ask for help. No one was willing to help without getting something in return. I sold myself out so I could raise money to treat my brother, as soon as I was able to sell myself to some men, I had some money with me so I decided to go to the pharmacy to get drugs for my brother. I kept doing this until one afternoon, I went to get food for my brother after sleeping with another man and when I got back home my brother was asleep, “ Mike, Mike, Mike” I called but he did not answer, I tried not to believe what I was thinking at that moment, I tried raising him up, his body was as cold as the ice of Antarctica. He wasn't breathing again. I gave up on life at that moment, I didn't try to shout for help or call my stepmother, I only said: “Oh lord, how could my brother sleep off and forget to take me along, he is so forgetful” I giggled. “Winnie” my stepmom called and I answered “Ma”.

“After some days, we buried my brother and that was the last time I had peace of mind. I was relieved because I had no family nor do I have people to worry about, they are all gone.

My father never returned and I had nowhere to go.

My stepmother treated me no better than a slave, forcing me into a life of degradation to fill her pockets. I sold my body to earn for her, yet not a single coin was spared for my own survival. I aborted so many pregnancies at the age of 17 and I watched my life crumble while I was still alive. How could my mother drop a seed of a sweet species where the birds could easily spot it and eat it without anyone to defend it? I lost all hope, nothing was going to change my stepmother's mindset. I continued the work until it turned into what I enjoyed, I served men to their satisfaction. “Winnie” I heard my name from the bathroom and I was so confused, “ who is calling my name”? I turned around to leave the bathroom my spirit slipped away from my body and danced naked with the devil.

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41 Chapters
Chapter 1: chains of faith
I was in my room when I heard my mother crying for help. I attempted to lend a hand, only to discover that I was once again imprisoned in my own room. I had no idea what was going on but I knew she was being beaten by my father again “God I never sought a father, nor did I ever ask for one” I said. My mother bore it all in silence until the day my father walked through the door with a sly-eyed woman on his arm and declared her his new wife. My mom dared not to complain or disagree, she would endure the blows until earth itself became her final refuge. One faithful night, it was raining heavily, thunder was striking like its judgement day, and the sound became trapped and refracted back to the ground. My dad had left home since morning, he was not concerned about what we would survive on nor did he come back home that night to know. My mom decided to risk her life with a heavy stomach so my brother and I could eat, when she came back, everywhere was as dark as vantablack, she tried to
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Chapter 2: The living soul
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and I lost count of time. My life had become a cycle of filth, men, and silence. I didn’t fight it anymore—I had stopped fighting long ago. My stepmother had no use for me outside of what I could earn for her, and so I became nothing more than a tool. A body without a soul. One evening, I sat by the window of the small, crumbling room I called home, staring out at the dark street below. The air was thick with the scent of rain, though the clouds refused to weep. My body ached from the night before, but pain had long since become a familiar companion. Somewhere in the distance, a child was laughing—carefree, untouched by the horrors of the world. I envied that child. “Winnie,” my stepmother’s voice sliced through the silence. I turned slowly, unwilling, uninterested. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes filled with that familiar hatred. “There’s a man waiting for you downstairs,” she said flatly. I didn’t answer. I simply stood u
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Chapter 3: A deal with the devil
The rain had started again by the time I stepped outside. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning trash, a smell I had long since associated with my childhood. I should have been afraid—I was leaving behind everything I had ever known, walking into the unknown with a man whose intentions were a mystery. But fear was a luxury I could no longer afford. Damien led me through the narrow, dimly lit streets, his pace steady, his steps confident. He wasn’t from here. I could tell by the way he walked, the way people moved out of his path without him even looking at them. He had power. Influence. And I had no choice but to follow. We stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the end of the alley. It looked out of place against the backdrop of broken-down homes and rusting street signs. He opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I hesitated. “This is your last chance to back out,” he said, watching me carefully. “Once you step into this car, there’s no t
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Chapter 4: Rebirth in fire
The room was large, dimly lit by golden lamps that cast shadows against the deep red walls. A large mirror stood against one side, framed in black and gold. A vanity table was positioned in front of it, covered with bottles of perfume, tubes of lipstick, and brushes that looked untouched. In the center of the room was a chaise lounge, upholstered in velvet. A dress lay draped over it, deep crimson, almost the same shade as dried blood. Selene leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement. “Strip,” she said. I turned to her, my body stiff. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting. “Take off your clothes.” I clenched my fists. “If this is some kind of—” “It’s not,” she interrupted smoothly. “But if you want to survive here, you’re going to have to let go of whatever shame you’re still clinging to. Clothes, Winnie. Now.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress, my heart pounding in my chest. I had be
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Chapter 5: The Art of Deception
The morning after my first night in the lounge, I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window. The room I had been given was larger than anything I had ever slept in before, with dark wooden floors and silk sheets that felt like water against my skin. But luxury didn’t erase years of suffering. I still felt like an outsider in my own life, an imposter wearing someone else’s skin. A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, sitting up. “Did you sleep?” she asked. I hesitated before nodding. “A little.” She smirked, clearly not believing me. “Get up. Today, your training begins.” I pulled the blanket around my shoulders. “Training for what?” Selene tilted her head. “For survival, Winnie. You want power? You need to earn it.” I exhaled slowly, then forced myself out of bed. Selene gestured toward the tray. “Eat first. You’ll need the energy.” I hesitated before picking up a slice of fruit, chewing slowly. My body had long since learn
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Chapter 6: The first move
The city looked different at night. The neon lights cast a hazy glow over the streets, turning shadows into something alive. The air smelled of rain, cigarettes, and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Selene walked beside me, her heels tapping against the pavement. She had dressed me in a sleek black dress, one that hugged my body just enough to make men turn their heads but not enough to give them what they wanted. That, she said, was the trick—always leave them wanting. We approached a high-end bar on the corner of the street. The gold-plated sign above the door read Eden. The name didn’t fit. This wasn’t paradise—it was a hunting ground. Selene stopped before the entrance and turned to me. “Tonight, you’re going to practice.” I frowned. “Practice what?” She smirked. “Control.” My stomach tightened, but I nodded. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of whiskey and expensive perfume. The music was soft, a slow jazz tune that made the atmosphere feel almost in
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Chapter 7: A game of mask
The next night, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silk dress Selene had chosen for me. Midnight blue, with a slit running up the side—elegant but dangerous. The kind of dress that whispered promises but never made any guarantees. Selene watched from the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re nervous.” I scoffed, smoothing my hair. “No, I’m just—” “Nervous,” she repeated, smirking. “It’s normal. First time walking into the lion’s den on your own.” I turned to face her. “And Michael Devereaux is the lion?” She tilted her head. “One of them. But don’t make the mistake of thinking he’s the only one watching.” That sent a shiver down my spine. I exhaled slowly. “So what’s the real goal here? You trained me, dressed me up, sent me into that bar—what does Damien really want?” Selene’s smirk softened just a little. “You’re smart, Winnie. You’ll figure it out.” I hated that answer. But I hated feeling powerless even more. Eden looked just as it had the night before, b
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Chapter 8: A devil bargain
I was beginning to understand that I wasn’t just caught in a game—I was the piece everyone wanted to move. And I hated that. A cigarette flared in the darkness. I knew before I saw him that Damien was waiting. “You’ve been busy.” His voice was smooth, casual, but I wasn’t stupid. There was always an edge to Damien’s words, a blade hidden beneath silk. I leaned against the brick wall, crossing my arms. “You tell me to get close to Michael. Now you’re acting like I did something wrong?” Damien chuckled softly, stepping into the glow of the streetlamp. He was always impeccably dressed, like nothing in the world could ever touch him. “I didn’t say you did anything wrong, sweetheart. But you went to his place.” I shrugged, feigning indifference. “That was the point, wasn’t it?” He studied me for a long moment, exhaling smoke into the night. “What did he tell you?” Damien finally asked. I hesitated, then met his gaze. “He asked if you own me.” A slow, knowing smile spread across D
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Chapter 9: The first strike
The number Michael had given me burned a hole in my pocket. I hadn’t called it. Not yet. But I carried it with me everywhere, like a secret, like a weapon I wasn’t sure I was ready to use. Because once I did, there would be no turning back. Damien had made that clear. Michael had made that clear. And I was stuck in the space between them, walking the edge of a knife. --- I was behind the bar at Edenwhen the first sign of trouble arrived. It was a man I had seen before—one of Damien’s enforcers. Big, mean, the kind of guy who had never heard the word “no” and didn’t know what to do when he did. His name was Carter, and he wasn’t here for a drink. He leaned against the bar, giving me a lazy smile. “You’ve been quiet.” I poured a drink for another customer, ignoring him. “Didn’t realize I had to check in.” Carter chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Damien wants to see you.” My stomach twisted. I glanced around the lounge. Selene was watching from
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Chapter 10: The first cut
The plan wasn’t simple. It wasn’t safe. But neither was I. Michael had given me two choices—walk away and survive, or stay and burn it all down with him. And I had already made my choice. There was no walking away from this. Not anymore. The first step was to convince Damien that I was still his. That meant playing the part. So the next night, I went back to Eden, back to Damien’s world, and I let him think he still had control over me. I laughed at his jokes. I followed his orders. I let him believe I was still the girl he had taken in years ago—desperate and obedient. But inside, I was sharpening my knife. Waiting for the moment to strike. Selene found me at the bar, her presence a quiet weight beside me. She didn’t speak at first, just watched as I nursed the drink Damien had sent over. Whiskey. Neat. He always liked to test me with it, watching to see if I’d flinch at the burn. I didn’t. Selene sighed, finally breaking the silence. “You’re doing the right thing.” I
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