Romans & histoires Rising From The Ashes: Her Road To Revenge

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

(Ava) The world comes back in pieces. A soft light, scent of clean sheets, the weight of a blanket across me. My head throbs, my mouth is dry, and every time I try to move, my body reminds me I’ve been through hell these past few days. I went through Hell when I woke to Lila dying and Zach eating birthday cake. And Sienna telling how grateful I should be. I’m back and everything is the same but so very different. It’s like I have possession of a weapon I have no clue how to use.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

She stayed sprawled on the ground, bleeding and staining the floor, eyes tightly shut as she endured the harsh spinning and pounding of her head. All this war... for what? She could feel his deep loathing, and she knew he wouldn't leave her unscathed. By not immediately killing her, he wanted to end everything of her: violate her, shatter her, embarass her—and he was almost successful. She was already embarassed enough having been useless during the fight, and she was further embarassed having to look like this in front of them. She wondered... would they still place their hope on her?

--- Lucy – Internal Monologue Ash thought she broke me. Thought she could silence me with rejection, bury me beneath the weight of my shame. But I rose from her ashes—stronger, fiercer, and unforgiving. Let her bring her wolves. Let her roar with fury. Because today, I wouldn’t bow. Today, I would rise. And I would burn everything in my path to take back what was mine.

All of the painful points on her body seem to have converged to a dull and numbing feeling as she manipulated her own blood circulation to speed up her body’s recovery by a fraction that will lessen the time that she will waste resting on the road to Fressia. She understands the ugly truth that she is all alone in Selestine while facing the unknown future that will center on her decision. The decision on whether she will pursue the path of revenge or the path of obscurity. But, Asha will never choose to hide away in a faraway land to forget everything that happened while living the rest of her life.

“Haris, thank you for helping me get that data. Now I know—I don’t need to mourn my past anymore. My past was just a flawed rough draft… and now I’m writing the perfect script for my future.” She walked out of the café with her head held high. In her mind, she could already see scene after scene of Dewangga and Vanes’s downfall. To her, Vanes’s secret wasn’t just a trump card—it was a ticking time bomb she had planted right at the heart of their new marriage. And Serena was the only one holding the trigger. “Sleep well, Dewangga,” Serena whispered as she got into her car. “Because when you wake up… reality will become your worst nightmare.”

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

Most viewers in her chat had only been playing along, baiting her until the police could close in on her location. Mira was truly finished. From what we’d uncovered, she had been desperate to raise money only to silence the parents of her past victims. However, this time, she wouldn’t escape justice. From the moment I came back, every step Mira had taken had been within my plan.

I slide one hand to the back of her neck, my palm warm against her trembling skin. “They know everything about me… my weaknesses, my strengths,” I continue, my thumb tracing her jawline, “and while I’ve been chasing revenge for my mother, I stepped into a much larger trap without even realising it.” Her lips part, but no sound escapes, only a soft, broken exhale. I tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet my eyes again. “I just need time to clear this mess,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. “Then I’ll come back for you, for our child. We’ll build our family far away from all of this, nothing will ever touch us again.”