The night Leia Smith died, it did not feel like death. She who is a madam of the house who was known as Iron Lady died. Leia married her husband, Vincent who is poor and used her own money to build a business for him making him a rich businessman.
After the business stable, she step down to managed the household and be a good wife and mother to her husband and child.
They had two child named Lilia and Lucas. They are twins. One beautiful and one handsome that complete their family. But their marriage is not that smooth after Vincent have a new secretary named Mia.
Mia and Vincent is childhood sweetheart. They secretly date behind Leia back and only after knowing they already had a son at the same age as Leia child make Leia realised that Vincent never love her and their child. He only have Mia and her son in his heart.
But everything is too late. She's already give all the asset to Vincent and now she was bedridden while her child is still young (16 years old) without any support.
She died in her sleep. She don't know why and suspect she was poisoned.
There was no warmth leaving her body, no peaceful darkness swallowing her pain. Instead—there was silence. A suffocating, endless silence that pressed against her very soul.
And then… she opened her eyes.
She was standing.
Her body lay on the bed.
Pale. Lifeless. Eyes half-open as if still filled with fear.
Leia stared at it, unmoving.
“…No…”
Her voice trembled, but no sound reached the air.
She stepped forward—no, floated—her hand reaching out instinctively.
“I’m here… I’m still here…”
Her fingers passed through her own corpse.
Leia froze.
A hollow feeling spread inside her, colder than death itself.
“…Why can’t I touch…?”
No answer came.
Only the faint sound of footsteps outside.
The door creaked open.
Her husband entered.
Behind him… a woman in luxurious silk, her lips curved in a soft, satisfied smile.
Leia’s breath hitched.
“You… it's you right?” she whispered, staring at the woman.
Her husband didn’t even spare Leia’s corpse a glance.
Instead, he sighed impatiently. “Get this cleaned up. It’s unpleasant to look at. Finally this woman died.”
Leia’s eyes widened.
“Unpleasant…?”
Mia covered her mouth lightly, feigning pity. “Ah, how tragic. She died so suddenly. Vincent, it's scary.”
Her eyes, however, were cold.
Completely devoid of sympathy.
Leia rushed forward, desperation clawing at her.
“I’m here! I’m right here! Look at me!”
She stood in front of them, screaming—but they walked through her like she was nothing. She saw Vincent hugging Mia comforting her.
Like air.
Like she never existed.
Her husband’s voice was calm, almost bored.
“What about the children? I don't want to see both of them. They looks like this woman too much.”
Leia froze.
Her heart—if she still had one—tightened painfully.
“My children…”
The woman smiled.
A slow, cruel smile.
“Lilia like her mother is quite pretty. She's a young lady now. It would be a waste to keep her here.”
Leia’s eyes trembled.
“No… no, don’t…”
Her husband nodded. “Then sell her. With her beauty, she can be sold with high price. My client seems to like her last time.”
Leia staggered back.
“Sell…?”
The woman continued, her voice gentle—too gentle.
“There are places that would pay well. Your client is regular at that place. If you tell him about selling Leia there, maybe he can give you the land that you want.”
Leia shook her head violently.
“No! She’s your daughter! Lilia is your daughter!”
But the man only said, “Hmm... Then you handled it.”
And just like that—
Lilia’s fate was sealed.
---
Days passed.
Or maybe hours.
Time no longer existed for Leia.
She drifted.
Helpless.
Invisible.
Until she finally found her daughter.
The place reeked of perfume and decay.
A luxury whorehouse. Leia saw few businessman that she know there.
Lilia sat in the corner of a dimly lit room, her thin body trembling, her once-bright eyes filled with fear.
“Mother… help me…”
Leia rushed to her side.
“I’m here! Lilia, I’m here!”
She reached out, trying to wipe her tears—
Her hand passed through.
Again.
“No… no, please…”
The door slammed open.
A man in suit walked in, drunk, his eyes gleaming with lust.
Lilia flinched.
“Please… don’t… No more..”
Leia stood between them instinctively.
“Don’t touch her!”
But the man walked straight through Leia and grabbed Lilia’s wrist.
Leia turned, screaming.
“Stop it! She’s just a child! Let her go!”
Lilia cried, her voice breaking. As she was pulled to the bed.
“It hurts… it hurts…”
Leia dropped to her knees.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I can’t protect you…”
Her screams filled the room—
But no one heard.
---
Leia opened her eyes.
She's confused.
Where is her daughter?
This is not the room where Lilia is.
Searching.
“Lucas… is that Lucas…?”
And then she found him.
Chains.
Blood.
Roars.
An underground arena.
Her son stood in the center, bruised and trembling, a weapon barely held in his shaking hands.
“Lucas!”
He couldn’t hear her.
A monstrous beast was released.
Its growl echoed like thunder.
“No… no, he can’t fight that!”
Leia rushed forward.
“Stop this! Someone stop this!”
The crowd cheered.
“Kill it!”
“Fight!”
“Show us!”
Lucas whispered, his voice hoarse.
“…Mother…”
Leia froze.
“…Lucas…?”
For a moment—
For a single, fragile moment—
It felt like he could see her.
But then the beast lunged.
“NO!”
Blood splattered.
Lucas screamed.
His small body thrown, crushed, torn apart beneath claws and teeth.
Leia’s world shattered.
“Stop… please… stop… my child!”
But it didn’t stop.
It only ended when there was nothing left of him.
The crowd groaned in disappointment.
“Pathetic.”
“Throw it away.”
It.
They called her son it.
Leia watched as his lifeless body was dragged and tossed into a dark alley like garbage.
Left to rot.
“…Lucas…”
She crawled to him, cradling what she could not hold.
“I’m here… mother is here…”
Her voice broke into nothingness.
---
She opened her eyes again.
She returned.
Back to the luxury whorehouse.
Back to the room where Lilia is.
Too late.
The door was half-open.
Laughter echoed inside.
Leia stepped in slowly.
And then—
She saw it.
Her daughter.
Lying on the bed.
Still.
Lifeless.
Her small body covered in bruises and blood her eyes empty, her lips slightly parted as if she had tried to scream.
Few men were still there. Talking about how they were having fun torturing and abusing her.
Laughing.
Touching.
Defiling her body even in death.
Leia stood frozen.
Something inside her snapped.
“Stop…”
No one listened.
“STOP IT!”
The room didn’t shake.
The men didn’t stop.
The world didn’t care.
Leia walked forward, her expression empty, her voice eerily calm.
“…Are you satisfied?”
No answer.
“Was it fun?”
Laughter continued.
“…She was just a child.”
"....He is child too."
Tears fell, but they meant nothing.
Her gaze slowly turned dark.
Colder than death.
“If there is… a next life…”
Her voice dropped into a whisper filled with hatred.
“I will find you.”
Her eyes moved—from one man to another.
She try to remembered all of their face including Vincent and Mia.
Then beyond them.
To the world itself.
“I will tear everything apart.”
Her lips trembled.
“I will make you beg.”
A pause.
Then—
“I will make you suffer… a thousand times more than my children ever did.”
The air remained still.
The world remained silent.
But her oath—
Burned.
Deep within her soul.
Waiting.
For the day…
She would be reborn.
