Rising From The Ashes Of Betrayal

Author: fdfsgg

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 930 | Released on: 14/01/2026

ssed down on Kala's chest, refusing to let her lungs expand. She coughed, a violent, hac

. A heavy weight pinned her left leg to the floor. Through the stinging haze of gray smoke, she saw the ou

harpened into a white-hot lance shooting up her thigh. She opened her mouth

their place were tongues of orange and blue flame, licking the plaster walls, curling toward the bed where she lay pinned.

tst

ing through the floorboards. Hope, cr

tried to yell

f oxygen fed the fire, causing it to roar

mouth, his eyes wide and watering. Behind him were her brothers-Archer and Jules. The

ent sent a fresh wave of agony through her crushed leg, b

" she

on Kala. He saw the beam. He saw the blood pooli

, his ey

g as if she were a piece of furniture, and loc

ce muffled by the towel but disti

ughing, yes, but she was mobile. There was no beam crushing her

gh-pitched sound that cut thr

her outstretched fingers. He didn't look down. He went straight to the

ice thick with emotion. "We've got

t from the smoke, but from a realizat

ered. The sound was pa

of a second, looking back at Kala. There was no panic in his eyes for her. There w

ust before they crossed the threshold, she lifted her head. Throu

d. It wasn't a grimace of pain. It was a s

n in her leg vanished, eclipsed

oulder at Kala. "This is your mess! You si

a physical slap. Arson? Th

d, but the word

down!" Arthur pushed t

r slamm

A judge's gavel sen

ms. The air was gone. She was inhaling pure poison now. She star

hem. She had dumbed herself down to make them feel smart. She had be

t her to burn because Karly

om her stomach. It wasn't fear anymo

her vision tunneling into

. The metal gave way, melting un

idn't close her eyes. She wanted this to be the last t

mised into the void, I

s swallowed

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“I spent my whole life trying to fit into the "Kensington aesthetic," dyeing my hair blonde and playing dumb just to earn a crumb of my father's approval. But when the manor went up in flames, I realized I was never a daughter to them-I was just an inconvenience. I lay pinned under a heavy oak beam, the smell of copper and burnt sugar filling my lungs. My father, Arthur, stood in the doorway with my brothers, looking like a phalanx of saviors, but their eyes weren't on me. They rushed past my outstretched, bloody hand to save my sister, Karly, who was huddled in a corner without a scratch on her. My brother Archer scooped her up like spun glass, stepping over my crushed leg without a second glance. Just before they crossed the threshold, Karly looked back at me and smiled-a small, victorious, terrifying smile. My father didn't offer help; he just shouted that I was an arsonist and slammed the door, sentencing me to burn alive in my own bedroom. As the crystal chandelier melted and crashed toward me, I didn't feel fear anymore. I felt a guttural, distilled hate for the family that left me to die because of a lie. I had spent my life begging for scraps at a table that was never meant for me, and I died realizing they never loved me at all. "If I come back," I promised into the void, "I will burn you all down." I gasped for air and woke up in my bed, the smell of lavender replacing the smoke. It was September 14th, five years before the fire, the exact week I had started ruining myself to please them. I looked in the mirror, scrubbed off the pathetic makeup mask, and realized the old, desperate Kala was dead. If I was going to burn, I'd make sure they were the ones who felt the heat first. "Queen is back online," I whispered.”