Chapter 2: Rebirth of the Broken Soul
As Emily prayed desperately to God, her heart heavy with pain, she suddenly lost consciousness. Her body fell to the cold floor, lifeless and still, as her tears continued to fall... ❄️
And then, the memories began to flood her mind, rushing through her like a torrent.
| The scene shifts, and time rewinds...
It was a stormy night when Emily was born. The hospital was shrouded in silence, the kind that only heavy rain could bring. 🌧️
Inside an emergency room, the tension was palpable. A woman was screaming in pain, her voice echoing off the sterile walls. "😫 Aahhhh! Please, I can't take it anymore! Please!" Her cries were heart-wrenching, full of desperation. 😭
A calm voice, almost too calm for the situation, cut through her anguish. "Please, ma'am, stay strong. The baby is almost here. Just a few more breaths." The nurse's voice was soothing, but it barely pierced the intensity of the moment. 🫁
Then, a cold voice, sharp and detached, came from the doorway. "Nurse, is my wife okay?" 🥶
The nurse looked up, still working efficiently, and replied, "Sir, the baby is out, but we need to check for any complications."
The man's voice again, unwavering, "Hurry, do it fast. I can't afford delays." 🥶
The nurse rushed to examine the newborn, and after a tense silence, they left the hospital, the child in tow. The family returned to their lavish home, and Emily's life began, but the cracks were already beginning to form. 🏠
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I remember these moments so vividly...
By the time I was five, I made my first real friend, someone who cared for me. But my older sister, full of jealousy and malice, took advantage of my innocence, tore us apart, and destroyed my first true connection. 😔
After that, things only worsened. One night, when I was still just a child, my father beat me mercilessly with a whip for hours—two long, painful hours. 😞
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The memories blur...
When I turned 15, I found myself working part-time at a café. I was hopeful, doing my best, trying to support myself. But my sister, the one person I trusted, stole my paycheck when I wasn't looking. The betrayal stung deeper than anything before. 😡
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And then came the day we were kidnapped. My sister and I were taken, held for ransom. The kidnappers demanded two million dollars for each of us, but my family... only paid for my sister's release. The shock and disbelief that followed still haunt me. I was left behind. My grandfather was the one who saved me, but the wound stayed raw. 💔
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Despite all that, I pressed on. In college, I began my own company, defying everything my family had built. I didn't want their wealth or their approval. I wanted to prove I could stand on my own. 💼
I became famous. A fashion designer by day, and a hacker by night—known as J.K. Devil in the underworld and even to the government. 👗💻
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But then, the ultimate betrayal came. I married a man named Aghav Black, believing that love was still possible for me. But he was never mine. He was my sister's. She seduced him, ensuring that I would never feel loved again. The pain of it still cuts through me. 💔
And in the end, it was my sister who killed me. She murdered my grandfather and framed me for his death. She twisted the knife deeper when she kissed Aghav Black in front of me while I was on the verge of death, crushing what little hope I had left. I just wanted to live... 😢
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But death wasn't the end. No. It was the beginning of something different.
I was reborn. This time, I would not let anyone dictate my worth. I would love myself first. I would protect the people who truly supported me, even if they didn't always believe in me. I knew what I had to do.
There I stood, on the rooftop of my company, the city lights below casting long shadows. My assistant stood quietly behind me.
"Boss, your father called me an hour ago," my assistant said.
I turned, curiosity flickering in my eyes. "What's the matter, Josef?" 🤔
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Author's Note
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