CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
TANYA'S POV
I made my choice.
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Not as a woman.
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But as a witch.
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As the heir of pain.
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As the daughter of betrayal.
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Love…
Had no place in what I was about to do.
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Daniel's face still lingered in my mind.
His voice.
His eyes.
His truth.
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But I buried it.
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Deep.
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Where it could not reach me.
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"I cannot be weak," I whispered to myself.
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Revenge came first.
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Always.
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I stood in the center of my chamber, dark energy swirling slowly around my fingers.
The ancient symbols glowed faintly beneath my feet.
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This was no ordinary spell.
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This was punishment.
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For betrayal.
For greed.
For everything they did to me.
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"My dear uncle…" I said coldly.
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"Let us see how strong you truly are."
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I released the spell.
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Far away—
In the human world—
The curse began.
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At first, it was small.
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A drop of blood.
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Then another.
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Then it didn't stop.
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My uncle screamed as blood poured endlessly from his body.
His wife collapsed beside him.
Marah cried in terror as her hands turned red, her body shaking uncontrollably.
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The sickness spread.
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Slow.
Painful.
Merciless.
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It ate them from the inside.
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Day by day.
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Their bodies weakened.
Their voices faded.
Their pride shattered.
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Soon—
The news reached the kingdom.
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"They carry a deadly disease!"
"They will infect everyone!"
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Fear spread faster than the sickness itself.
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The king and his council made their decision.
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Cold.
Cruel.
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"Cast them out."
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"They are a danger to the kingdom."
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Just like that—
They were thrown out.
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Abandoned.
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Left to suffer.
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I watched everything through my sacred mirror.
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And I smiled.
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"This is only the beginning."
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But suddenly—
I felt it.
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A presence.
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Strong.
Ancient.
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"My child…"
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I turned.
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My godmother stood at the entrance of my chamber.
Her eyes filled with concern.
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"You must stop this," she said firmly.
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Her voice carried power.
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But I didn't move.
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"They deserve it," I replied coldly.
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Her gaze hardened.
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"I am not speaking of them," she said.
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"I am speaking of the kingdom."
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Silence fell.
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"You are going too far, Tanya," she continued.
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"This path will destroy more than your enemies."
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"It will destroy you."
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I clenched my fists.
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"I don't care."
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But she stepped closer.
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"You do," she said softly.
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"Because your heart is no longer empty."
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Her words struck me.
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But I refused to show it.
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"This is revenge," I said.
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"Nothing more."
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She studied me carefully.
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Then—
Something changed in her expression.
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She went silent.
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Thinking.
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Watching.
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Then she turned away slowly.
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"If this is the path you choose…" she said quietly,
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"Then I will not stop you."
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I frowned.
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That wasn't like her.
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But deep down—
She understood.
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This revenge…
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Was not only about pain.
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It was also a shield.
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A way to kill something else.
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My feelings.
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If hatred remained—
Then love would disappear.
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And everything would be easier.
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My godmother left without another word.
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And I continued.
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Now—
The kingdom.
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Daniel's kingdom.
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I raised my hand again.
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The same curse.
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But stronger.
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Faster.
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Deadlier.
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Within hours—
Chaos erupted.
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People screamed in the streets.
Blood covered the ground.
Bodies collapsed one after another.
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The kingdom turned into a pool of suffering.
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And no one knew why.
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No one knew it was me.
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I made it look like my uncle had spread it.
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A perfect illusion.
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A perfect revenge.
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But then—
Something inside me hesitated.
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Daniel.
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His face appeared again.
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"If he finds out…" I whispered.
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"There will be nothing left between us."
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Pain struck my chest.
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I closed my eyes tightly.
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"No…"
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I couldn't kill them.
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Not completely.
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Not his people.
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So I changed the spell.
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"They will suffer," I said softly.
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"They will feel the pain…"
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"But they will not die."
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Not yet.
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And when the time comes—
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I will be the one to save them.
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Even if he never forgives me…
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At least—
He will not hate me completely.
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But deep down—
I knew the truth.
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I was already losing him.
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END OF CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT