
Rising from the Ashes: Her Road to Revenge
Lila Moonstone · Completed · 689.7k Words
Introduction
After being sent to prison by him for three years, I returned with a vengeance. I was no longer the woman who loved him to the point of self-abasement!
I tore apart the homewreckers, trampled on the scum, and was about to ruthlessly punish the scumbag when... the man who had previously been cruel and indifferent to me suddenly became gentle and tender!
Chapter 1
On a sunny beach, ten-year-old Emma Jones was crouched down, completely absorbed in her search for brightly colored seashells. She picked up a colorful one, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, check this out! I think you’ll love it," Emma exclaimed, running over to her friend, George Russell.
George, dressed in fine clothes, sat on the sand looking glum. He glanced up at Emma, whose dress was all faded and worn, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Why did you give me this shell?" George asked.
"Because you look down, and I want to cheer you up." Emma smiled, handing him the shell, her voice brimming with hope.
George took the shell and gave a small smile. "Thanks! This shell is really cool—I like it."
"That’s wonderful. You should always be happy." Emma blinked, her face lighting up with an innocent smile.
"I will!" George nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
That summer, they met at the beach every day and enjoyed themselves immensely.
One day, Emma cut her foot on a shard of glass, and blood started to trickle. George quickly scooped her up and carried her to the hospital..
As she lay on his back, her cheeks glowing from the sunset, her heart was racing.
Blushing, she tightened her arms around George's neck and whispered, "George, I want to be with you forever."
Maybe it was the warmth of the sunset that made George promise, "When we grow up, I'll marry you!"
They looked at each other and smiled, the promise feeling steadfast in the fading sunlight.
Time passed quickly, and Emma blossomed into a young woman.
At a classmate's birthday party, Emma accidentally got a little drunk. Tipsy, she grabbed a room key, opened a door, and was stunned by what she saw.
"George?" Emma exclaimed, staring at George, who was reclining on the bed. He seemed a little tipsy as well.
George looked up, surprise flickering across his eyes.
Emma was over the moon, realizing that after all these years, George still remembered her. But to her shock, George suddenly pulled her onto the bed.
Her breasts were squished under George's rough hands, and amidst the pain, Emma felt a strange tingling. Before she could process what was happening, her clothes were already off.
Her smooth, delicate body overwhelmed George, and he couldn't control himself anymore, The heat inside him was desperately seeking release. He embraced the cool, soft body before him.
George let out a sigh of satisfaction, his movements full of tension.
Emma cried out , a wave of agony washing over her. She wanted to escape but couldn't.
George's burning body held her tightly, overwhelming her. She didn't know how long it lasted, but Emma's consciousness started to fade.
As he came back to his senses, his brow furrowed as he looked at Emma whose body was covered in bruises on the bed. He knew he had strong self-control, and today’s lapse wasn’t solely due to alcohol.
Clearly, he had been set up.
And the person who had set him up was clearly linked to the Emma before him.
"George..." Emma called out softly, but he turned sharply, and grab her by the throat!
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