The Art of The Vengeance of a Superior Woman

Chapter One TATVSW

A world in chaos, spiraling down, can a fragile soul ever be found?

Elishiana, a name that whispers a lie, a life built on shadows, a teardrop-filled sky. 

Strong as a fortress, they all believe true, but a heart made of glass, waiting to shatter anew. 

Will she defy fate, this delicate dream, or succumb to the darkness, a shattered, lost scream?

"FROM now on... I don't want to hear his name even once, You understand me, Jayden?"

His name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Like a stray kitten tossed aside, that's how he left us. "Job," he said, a lie dripping from his lips. Not a single call, not a single message, nothing. He vanished like smoke, leaving us stranded here, alone. 

He changed when my mom died, everything sucks. 

My life is literally hell.

"Ate, tatay natin 'yon."I don't how to stop his mouth from mouthing that, my dad was one of the reasons why we are here, suffering and living on our own.

"And? What's the point? I'm here, Jayden. I'm the one who stood up as your and Eli's parents, so please stop that nonsense. Forget that man." As I said that, my heart seemed to burst into pieces.

I couldn't accept that, at the age of 16, I had become the parents of my siblings; they were my priorities. Only them, the fact that I didn't understand love still existed.

Looking at my life, I can say that everything changed when our mother died, since she was assassinated! But I can't accept that; she died in a violent manner, not because she was sick or anything.

All of my mother's titled property was stolen by my mother's parents, It feels as though they have taken away our will to live freely and the justice that my mother deserves. frankly, I don't want to call them grandpare—I really can't.  We suffered a lot because of them! As if having mercy wasn't in their vocabulary, They are not merciful! Is that what they like, treating us as if we are not their grandchildren?

Like what they said, hindi lahat ng matanda sayo, desurbb ang respect mo. No one is meritorious to get my respect except for my mom and sibs.

We lived in Korea before being forced out, unfortunately, I was still little when we left, so I did not grow up there, simply, I don't have any idea what does my mother's parents looks like.

The only property that was left to me was this home where I was stomped on, my mother's parents couldn't take it since it was named after me, and I'm the only one who has the right to do anything I want in this house.