As the days passed, Elara's enemies grew more powerful. From the shadows, they plotted her downfall. She could feel them closing in—like a net tightening around her neck. Her family's legacy, the struggles her mother had endured, the unbearable weight of expectations—all of it had led her to this moment. Her mother had fought her whole life to escape the clutches of a family that was both toxic and demanding. And now, Elara was caught in the same web of power, betrayal, and ambition.
But the strength of her bloodline couldn't be denied. She could feel it in her bones—her ancestor's fierce will, the ghosts of those who had fought for survival before her. They had left a legacy in her veins, one that could no longer be ignored. The same blood that had once been a curse was now her weapon.
And with it, she would take back what was hers.