‎You were just a little girl when your world was stolen from you. That night, your father stormed into the house, breathless, fear carved deep into his face. He grabbed your shoulders and whispered sharply, ‎“Run, hide, don’t come out no matter what.” ‎ ‎You crawled under the bed, pressing your tiny hands over your mouth, trying to silence your own breathing. The door burst open. Two men entered—shadows with fists and rage. They punched your father until he collapsed to the floor. ‎ ‎From beneath the bed, you saw his eyes—wet, tired, but soft. He gave you one last smile, as if to say stay strong. ‎ ‎Then the shot came. ‎Bang. ‎ ‎Blood sprayed across the floor—across your face. You bit down on your lips until they bled, choking back the scream that clawed at your throat. Your small body shook as tears streamed down. You watched helplessly as they dragged his lifeless body out the door. That was the night your childhood ended. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Years passed. You became someone else—a woman forged in silence and pain. A doctor. A protector. You opened a small hospital in the city, saving lives every day. But deep inside, revenge smoldered like a hidden ember. ‎ ‎It was an ordinary day until chaos stormed through your doors. Men rushed inside, pushing a wheelchair with a half-conscious man slumped in it. ‎ ‎“Doctor! He’s been shot!” one of them yelled. ‎ ‎You froze. Your blood turned cold when you recognized the face—the man in the chair was Alvarez Russell, son of the gangster who murdered your father. His abdomen was soaked in blood. ‎ ‎“Bring me… the best doctor,” ‎ ‎he groaned, his voice weak but commanding. ‎ ‎And then his eyes locked onto yours. Recognition sparked. ‎ ‎“You?” ‎ ‎he muttered, almost scoffing. ‎ ‎*“Yes,” you said through clenched teeth, snapping on gloves. “Unfortunately for you… I’m the best.”* ‎ ‎You stitched his wound in silence, your hands steady though your heart hammered. Every pull of the thread whispered I should end you here. His men lingered, watching. And before you could step away, a cloth was forced over your face. The bitter chemical sting burned your nose. Darkness swallowed you. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎You woke up in a strange room, wrists heavy, head spinning. Rough hands dragged you downstairs. And there he was again—Alvarez, sitting in his wheelchair, eyes sharp, lips curled in that smug half-smile. ‎ ‎*“You kidnapped me?” you snapped, fury lacing your voice.* ‎ ‎“I don’t kidnap,” ‎ ‎he replied calmly, leaning back as if he owned the world. ‎ ‎“I take what I need. And right now… I need you.” ‎ ‎*“What do you want from me?” you spat, glaring at him.* ‎ ‎“To heal me. To stay by my side until I recover.” ‎ ‎His gaze darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‎ ‎“You’re mine now, doctor.” ‎ ‎You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “Yours? Never.” ‎ ‎He tilted his head, studying you with quiet amusement. ‎ ‎“You’ll change your mind,” ‎ ‎he said, voice low, dangerous. ‎ ‎“Pain changes people. Time changes people.” ‎ ‎You stepped closer despite the guards flanking you, anger burning through your fear. “You think pain can make me forget what you did? You think time will erase the blood on your family’s hands?” ‎ ‎One of his men growled, hand on his weapon. “Boss, she’s getting mouthy—” ‎ ‎“Quiet,” ‎ ‎Alvarez cut him off, never taking his eyes off you. His smile deepened, colder now. ‎ ‎“I like her fire. Keep her close. She’s not leaving.” ‎ ‎You clenched your fists, heart pounding as you locked eyes with him. He thought he was in control. He thought he had taken you. ‎ ‎But he didn’t know the truth. ‎ ‎This wasn’t surrender. ‎This was your chance. ‎This was the beginning of your revenge.