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?
View MoreI 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.The days following our agreement with Langford were like stepping into a new world—one where shadows lurked at every corner, and every whisper in the dark held a secret. Our cabin, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage, a reminder of the choices we’d made and the life we’d left behind. The quiet, peaceful life we’d been clinging to was slipping away, and in its place, a new kind of reality was taking shape. Carter and I had spent the past few days doing nothing but preparing. Langford had given us a few initial assignments—small, seemingly insignificant tasks that felt like tests, ways to prove we could handle the pressure. And though we both tried to stay focused, the tension in the air was palpable. "We’re really doing this, aren’t we?" I said one evening, as we packed up for another night out. The weight of our new life was sinking in, and with it, a sense of inevitability. Carter’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, there was something unreadable in his gaze. "There’s no turning
The building was eerily quiet as we stepped inside, the fluorescent lights overhead humming softly. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the tension radiating between Carter and me. We’d made the decision to face our past, but now that we were here, standing in the place where it all could change again, I could feel the weight of it press down on me. Langford’s office was sparse—an unremarkable desk with a few scattered papers and a large window overlooking the city. It was the kind of place you’d expect a man like him to have. Clean, efficient, and entirely devoid of warmth. Langford himself was already waiting for us, seated behind the desk, his expression unreadable as we entered. His sharp eyes flicked over us, his gaze lingering just a moment longer on Carter, then me. "Well," Langford said, folding his hands together. "I assume you have a reason for reaching out after all this time." Carter didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension in his body as he stood beside me.
The days passed like ripples in a quiet pond. Each morning, the sun would rise, casting its golden light through the trees and into our cabin, reminding me that we were still alive, still breathing, still here. The world felt smaller now, confined to the space we had carved out for ourselves in this remote corner of the world. The distant hum of civilization—of life before—had all but faded into the background. But even in this peace, there was still something that lingered in the shadows. The world was not as forgiving as it seemed. No matter how far we ran, how hard we tried to outrun our past, there were always reminders that we couldn’t escape it entirely. Carter noticed it too. He always did. One evening, as we sat on the porch, watching the last light of the day slip away, he turned to me with a quiet intensity in his eyes. "Winnie," he began, his voice low, "We can’t keep pretending like it’s all over." I met his gaze, my heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean?" He leane
The days bled together in a haze of quiet routines. It was almost as if the world had forgotten us. The noise of the city, the sirens, the ever-present fear of being caught—it felt like a distant memory now. The cabin was small, tucked away in the woods, isolated from the rest of the world. And though the simplicity of it offered a certain peace, there were moments when the stillness felt almost suffocating. We were supposed to be starting over. But even in this solitude, I could still hear the echo of everything we had left behind. The choices we had made, the blood that stained our hands, and the lives we had altered. And yet, there were moments when I felt like I could breathe again. Moments when I would catch Carter’s gaze across the room, his eyes soft and warm, and for a brief moment, I would believe that maybe we could have the life we dreamed of. Together. Free. I was lying on the couch, scrolling through the news on my phone. Nothing too shocking—just the usual political d
The decision felt like it came too soon, but deep down, I knew it was inevitable. We couldn't stay. The city, once so full of life, now felt like a prison. Every corner, every shadow held the memory of what we’d done, who we had become. The police, the enemies still lurking in the dark corners of our past, and even our own doubts—it was all closing in. But I wasn't afraid. Not anymore. As Carter and I stood in the dimly lit apartment we’d briefly called home, I found myself staring out the window. The world outside seemed oblivious to what we had just gone through. Cars sped past, people laughed and talked on their phones, as if nothing had changed. But everything had. “Are you ready?” Carter’s voice broke through my thoughts, steady but filled with an undercurrent of uncertainty. He was standing by the door, his hand on the handle, ready to leave. His bag was already packed, and I could see the familiar determination in his eyes—the one that had gotten us through everything. But t
The city had never felt quieter. We walked through the back alley, the sounds of the world outside muffled by the thick walls of the warehouse. Sirens wailed in the distance, but the chaos that had erupted earlier seemed like a lifetime ago. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been holding my breath until the silence settled in, finally giving me the space to feel what I had been avoiding: the weight of everything we had done. Carter’s hand brushed against mine as we walked. The touch was a comfort, but it also felt like a lifeline, pulling me out of the dark thoughts swirling in my head. We had fought so hard to get here, to put an end to everything that had haunted us. Yet now that it was over, a part of me felt lost. I glanced at him, trying to gauge his thoughts, but his expression was unreadable, his jaw tight as he focused on the path ahead. His face was bruised, his clothes stained with blood and sweat, but there was something in his eyes—something softer than I had seen before.
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