*Bang*
The man fell forward, the man finds himself on an alley.
He frantically stood up again and ran.
Run! Run! If-If she catches me, I'm-!!
The man stops abruptly, he trembles.
"H-How?! How are you here?!" He said as he looked at the figure in front of him
A woman, no taller than 5'3 walks forward. Her steps light, the deliberate slowness of it scaring the man.
"Long time no see, *brother*?" The woman said, the man wanted to run away.
He had heard of how this, this thing! He had heard of how this illegitemate monster killed her own father with a smile on her face.
The man remembered how he'd treated the woman before and his legs couldn't help but give out.
'Wait...doesn't she have a sick mother?'
'That's it!' The man thought he finally found a way out.
"Pl-Please! Spare me! I'm sorry for what I did! I have money! How much money do you want? You're living in a shabby house, right?! J-Just tell me and I'll lend some, o-of course you'll need to pay it ba-"
*Sliced*
"Ahhhhh!!!" The man yelled, he clutched his now gone right hand as the woman's knife sliced through it.
'Is this man stupid or what?' The woman thought to herself. As she raised her hand, a few men showed up and shot a sleeping drug on her *brother*.
Her name was Aria, a woman from the underworld. Her father was the son of a well-known billionaire from the west.
During a vacation in the country, her father met her mother—a city worker with dreams of her own. The two fell in love, but the man's father arranged for him to marry someone else. Heartbroken and pregnant, her mother returned to her hometown, the land of promise, and raised Aria on her own.
Her mother worked tirelessly to provide for them. Aria, sharp beyond her years, was not just a quick learner but a genius who could turn knowledge into practical skills. When she was six, her mother left her with a nanny for the day, only for the nanny to never show up. Yet, Aria managed everything by herself, having carefully observed the nanny's routines. When her mother discovered this, she fired the nanny, one because of the nanny's negligience, another because of the nanny's attitude and lastly due to her trusting Aria's independence.
Life continued until one fateful night when Aria was eight. Her mother left for work as usual, and Aria stayed home. Though she had assured her mother she didn't need a nanny, her mother had always still asked their kind neighbors to check in. That night, the neighbors—an older couple—played with her for a while until a phone call disrupted the calm.
Aria couldn't understand the details of the call, but the couple's expressions said enough. They hurried her to the hospital. There, she saw a tall man standing over a woman on the bed with sadness in his eyes. That was the first time she met her uncle, the bodyguard of her father.
Her uncle took her away, allowing only a brief glimpse of her mother's lifeless form. He told her that her mother was merely "sleeping" and that she needed to come with him. But Aria wasn't fooled—she had seen the flat line on the monitor. Her mother had passed.
The neighbors hesitated to let her go with him, but the doctor and nurse confirmed that it was her mother's wish. And so, Aria's life changed forever.
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Over the years, her uncle became her guardian and teacher. At eleven, he began teaching her how to fight, often dropping her into the dens of gang members and forcing her to fend for herself. Cruel as it was, Aria welcomed the challenge. She didn't want to be weak. By fifteen, she had risen as the leader of the country's underworld—not by choice, but because she was simply the strongest.
As she grew older, memories of her mother's death lingered. Something about it felt too abrupt, too suspicious. Whenever she asked her uncle about it, he avoided the topic. Determined, Aria launched her own investigation.
What she uncovered was more horrifying than she could have imagined: her father had orchestrated her mother's death. She wasn't even his child—she was the result of her mother's relationship with her uncle. Furious at the betrayal, her father had arranged an "accident" while her uncle was away, silencing her mother forever.
Fueled by rage, Aria devised a plan for revenge. First, she infiltrated her father's company under a false identity. She worked her way up, earning his trust and admiration. Her genius shone, and when her father "discovered" her forged lineage that connected to his, he proudly claimed her as his own, believing her talent deserved recognition.
And then came the final stage of her plan. When her father entrusted her with his company, she struck. She kidnapped him, his wife, and their two sons, bringing them to her mansion's basement.
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"Ha... that was fun!" Aria said, peeling off her black rubber gloves. She stood in the basement, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.
The "family" lay before her—bloody, broken, and lifeless. She had delivered her revenge in full.
But her work wasn't over. She staged another "accident" to cover her tracks. At their funeral, she played the grieving daughter, shedding dramatic tears and delivering heartfelt eulogies. She painted them as saints: the devoted father, the loyal wife, and the upstanding sons shutting up those that were suspicious. In reality, her father was a murderer, his wife was unfaithful and was sleeping with 5 of her own bodyguards, and his sons were rapists who blackmailed female employees at the company.
When all was said and done, she merged their companies, drained their resources, and drove them into bankruptcy. With everything dismantled, Aria finally felt at peace.
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At twenty years old, she planned to celebrate by buying her favorite novel and spending the evening at home. As for her real father? She had no intention of visiting his grave yet. After Aria confronted him about it before she went to that man's company, he had spilled everything, from how he and Aria's mother fell in love to how he had regretted leaving Aria and her mother. Although Aria had said that it was okay and that she was gonna take revenge on them, the man still died, consumed by depression. Maybe by the death of his wife or maybe by the fate of his daughter? Who knows.
But fate had one final twist for Aria. On her way back from the bookstore, she was caught in a street race between two vehicles. Before she could react, her life was snuffed out in an instant.
And so, the woman who rose from tragedy to triumph met her untimely end—not by betrayal, but by chance.