The masters vengeance

Get out!

Her chest tightened as memories surfaced, painful, suffocating memories of her father’s punishments. The mere thought of facing him made her legs feel weak.Her mind drifted back to one of the worst days.She had taken a small job without his permission, desperate for a taste of freedom. But the second wife had reported her. What followed was something Daphne would never forget beatings that left her bruised andbreathless… and three days of starvation. Three days. If not for Destiny quietly sneaking food into her room when no one was watchingshe might not have survived it.

Sometimes, Daphne wondered if the man she called father was even human.

Taking a shaky breath, she pushed the gate open and stepped inside.

Each step toward the house felt heavier than the last. When she reached the door, she eased it open slightly, poking her head in first as if testing the air for danger.Silence. Too much silence.

She slipped inside, moving carefully, like a criminal returning to the scene of a crime. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she tiptoed through the living room, hoping to make it to her room unnoticed. Then Something came flying at her.Daphne gasped and ducked just in time.CRASH!

A glass plate shattered violently against the wall behind her.Her body went rigid.

Slowly, she turned her head. Her father sat there. Still. Watching. Waiting. Like a king passing judgment. Fear gripped her instantly. Without hesitation, Daphne dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she lowered her head. She didn’t dare speak. She knew better. Explanations only made things worse. Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Then his voice came calm. Too calm. “You’ve embarrassed me.”Daphne’s fingers curled into her dress.“You’ve humiliated me,” he continued, his tone steady but hidden with something darker. “Because of your stupidity, I lost a million-dollar contract.” Her breath caught. Her father, the powerful, respected businessman, valued one thing above all else: his reputation.

And now, in his eyes, she had destroyed it.The air grew colder. Suddenly, he reached for another glass plate, his movements slow, deliberate. Daphne squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself “Please… stop!”The voice cut through the tension.Destiny. Daphne’s eyes flew open.Destiny stumbled forward, her body visibly weak, her face pale. She had only just given birth, yet here she was—dropping to her knees in front of him.

Begging. “Please… she didn’t mean to—”

“Stand up.” His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.Destiny froze but slowly obeyed, her body shaking as she rose. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable. Then his gaze shifted back to Daphne. Cold. Detached. “Get out.” Daphne blinked, confused. Had she heard him right? Slowly, she lifted her head.

“Get out,” he repeated, louder this time, his voice cutting through her like a blade.

Her heart stopped. “And don’t ever step foot in this house again.” Silence. Daphne stared at him, the weight of his words crashing over her all at once. This wasn’t punishment.

This was exile. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her vision blurred as tears threatened to spill, but she held them back. If she cried… it would only make things worse. Slowly, shakily, Daphne rose to her feet. For a brief second, her eyes met Destiny’s. Pain. Helplessness. Apology.

The second wife, Mirabel, stood quietly to the side, a faint smirk playing on her lips. There was a certain satisfaction in her eyes one she didn’t bother to hide. At last, the final trace of the first wife was being erased. With Daphne gone, nothing stood in the way of her own children inheriting everything.

Daphne was the only surviving child of her father’s first marriage. The accident had taken the life of her mother, her siblings leaving her as the lone reminder of a past her father desperately wanted to forget. But forgetting had never been an option. Not when she was still there, breathing, existing… reminding him every single day.

After the tragedy, her father changed. Completely. The loving man who once adored his wife and children disappeared the day he buried them. In his place stood someone cold, distant, and terrifying. He never spoke of that day, never allowed anyone to mention it, but his anger had to go somewhere and it found its way to Daphne. He blamed her.

Maybe not openly, not with words, but in every punishment, every glare, every moment of cruelty… she felt it. To him, she was the reason he couldn’t move on, the reason the past refused to stay buried.

And now, he had finally done it.

He had cast her out without a second thought without caring where she would go, how she would survive, or what would become of her.

Daphne stood there, her mind drifting despite the chaos around her. She couldn’t help but remember how things used to be. Back then, her father had been gentle, warm, and devoted. He loved her mother deeply, and he loved all his children just as much. He had been the kind of father anyone would wish for.

But that man… no longer existed.

He was buried alongside them.

Then, without another word, Daphne turned and walked out of the only home she had ever known.