In the cutthroat world of high society, vengeance is a chain that binds the past to the present. Chains of Vengeance follows the gripping journey of a woman forged by trauma and driven by relentless ambition.
She emerges as a bold and sassy force fr...
"that dark night I cried on my knees as a child, now it's my turn to make everyone cry who did bad to me."
It was a dark moon, and the air was not calm. The clouds were darker than the night itself. It was ready to release water anytime soon; a little girl aged six years was lying on the grass unconscious. The chaos around her was rambunctious; the people around her aggravated the situation.
No one saw the girl lying on the grass; everyone was busy excoriating the family whose home was getting destroyed in front of their eyes. A woman who was held by female police on both sides was begging the police to stop hitting her husband, and the little boy was trying to protect his mother.
Her tears made the upper part of the dress saturate in water. She was begging one of the male police to stop beating her husband, who was soaked in blood of his own. The little girl was still overlooked.
The man was on the verge of losing consciousness; two police officers held his hands on either side. The boy seemed to be almost a teenager; he was petrified; however, he was trying to protect his mother by holding her hand in his grip and not letting the female police hurt her more.
The rain started pouring water with the lightning striking the clouds. The water droplets drenched the face of the little girl as she blinked her eyes; everything was threatening for her. She was breathing hard; the obstreperous around her was choking her internally; she was not aware of what to do and what not. All she saw was her family and her home getting sprayed by the police for getting ready to burn it.
As she steps ahead to approach her brother, she raises her trembling hands in the air as she gets a hold of her brother's t-shirt in her fist. Before he could hold her hands, a bunch of people who were already mad hit her with the wooden log on her head.....
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"Juhee!!!!" a male voice echoed in the room, waking me up in the middle of the night; as I opened my eyes, he was already up with his suit, ready to leave. "Where are you going this late?" I asked him, as he replied from either side of the room while fixing his tie and glancing at himself in the mirror, "Open your eyes and look! It's 6 in the morning."
My handsome husband have a habit or this is ritual, I don't understand sometimes, he get up so early in morning. Still manage to looking dashing, smart and hot.
Well, I don't believe it's my fault if I assumed it was night cause it's still so f*cking dark this early. "And for good sake, Juhee! Stop breathing so hard every f*cking morning," he stated, which made it sound like a compliment more than a complaint to me. Oh! That's my husband; he keeps complaining about everything about me. Damn! He is so obsessed with me!
I sat on the bed, touching my face and feeling tender almost whenever my palm touched my cheeks. Flipping my tress on the other side of my neck, "Why don't you just change the room if you have so many problems with me? Or perhaps you like to get turned on with my heavy breath?" He turned to face me; his face almost looked like he was already done early in the morning. He shook his head in disbelief and left the room, grabbing his bag.
