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When Vengeance Blooms

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 677    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

a neat, tragic story. But i

, detached and lost, was not extinguished. It was... freed. I was no longer Gabi Jenkins, the

rother, Andrew, punch him until his knuckles were bloody and Ethan's face was a ruin. Ethan di

, not satisfaction. Just

at the base of the oldest tree, its branches reaching for the sky like ancient arms. My people gathered, their faces etched with sorrow. As the last handful of d

I was drawn ba

survived the fire-the cellar where I had died. He was a ghost, just like me. He didn't speak. H

ting away. His men, the ones who ha

gotta eat

is asking what

the four damp walls of that cellar and

r it to himself

light, blinking like a creature that hadn't seen the sun in years. He we

nse reports, internal communications. He was methodical, his grief channeled into a cold, sharp foc

"rescued." The network of shell companies Nikki used to funnel money and hide her tracks. It was all there. She hadn'

s. He sent encrypted files to journa

went aft

. He used the corporation's own vast surveillance network to track her. He found her holed up in a luxury safe hou

ld contact from his activist days, a man w

n said, his voice devoid of

e was a machine of vengeance. There was no pleasure in it for him. It

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When Vengeance Blooms
When Vengeance Blooms
“Five years ago, I threw the man I loved into a freezing river, a desperate act to save him from a corporate poison. I watched him float away, believing I was saving his life, not realizing I was shattering his heart. Then, he came back. Ethan, now a ruthless logging magnate, stormed into my forest home, transforming my world into a hell of pure, calculated revenge. He saw only my "betrayal," not the sacrifice. He systematically destroyed me. He flayed my iridescent skin for his lover's grotesque art piece, forced a miscarriage that stole our child and my physical connection to life, then left me to die, broken and bleeding on a cold floor. My family, my people, all suffered because of his blind hatred. How could the man I loved become such a monster? How could he believe the lies when I gave up everything for him? My last breath was a whispered curse, a burning hate for a man who had ripped away my love, my future, and my very essence. But death was not my end. My soul, a tormented echo, remained tethered to him, trapped, watching his own descent into madness and destructive vengeance. Now, his final, fiery act has unleashed a silent, deadly plague upon the ancient forest, the Heartwood, threatening to erase my people from existence. And I, a ghost with the cure, must find a way to save them.”
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