In the hospital,A man stood holding his daughter tightly in his arms, grief etched deeply across his face. The little girl sobbed, her cries muffled in his chest, as they watched a stretcher being hurried into the ICU.
On it lay his wife — Miyra.
Just before the doors shut, her eyes met theirs. One last glance. One final connection.
She smiled weakly, as if saying goodbye.
Deep inside, Miyra knew. No one understood her body better than she did — and she knew she wasn't going to make it.
She had regrets.Not because of her fate — but because of the people she was leaving behind, the words she never said, the promises left unfulfilled. And most of all, for her stubbornness.
To others, it would look like an unfortunate accident.But Miyra knew the truth.
This was no accident.It was a conspiracy.
All because of a ruthless power struggle for inheritance — and the mastermind?Someone from her own bloodline.
As the sorrow gripped her heart, memories began flooding back.Maybe it was the pain… or maybe it was death coming closer.
Ten years ago, she had stood against her father's will, who wanted her younger brother, John, to become the heir.They pressured her to sign away her candidacy.She refused.She fought.And then, she ran.
That runaway moment changed everything.It was then that she met Ryen — the only man who treated her not as an heiress, but as a person.
With him, she found comfort.With him, she found love.
They married.They had a daughter.They became a family.
But now, as she lay dying, those memories felt like a dream slipping away.The clearer Ryen's face became in her mind… the more distant he felt in reality.
And their daughter — her sweet, crying face — she couldn't bear to leave her behind.
She knew Ryen would take care of their daughter.He loved them deeply.But that didn't ease the ache.
She couldn't stop thinking:What if she hadn't trusted her family again?What if she hadn't tried to prove herself to people who only saw her as a pawn in their power games?
What if she had walked away, once and for all, and built a life with Ryen, away from the lies?
They tried to kill her.They meant to leave no one alive.But somehow — miraculously — her husband and daughter survived.
That was enough.That was her peace.
And fate had a strange sense of justice.The so-called "accident" also dragged in someone with influence even her family couldn't control.
It unknowingly entangled someone else — a man of immense power, whose name alone could silence rooms and shift the balance of entire industries.
A person her family would never dare provoke under normal circumstances.
Influential, untouchable, and known for his ruthless retribution, he wasn't someone who forgave easily — especially not when his own vehicle was caught in the blast, and his kin lost their lives.
Miyra didn't know the details, but she could feel it in her bones — this wasn't over.
Her family hadn't just made a mistake.They had pulled the tiger's tail.And now, the reckoning was coming.
Their carefully built empire — their pride, their status, their smug sense of invincibility — it would all come crashing down.
Soon.
Their downfall was near.
It justice gave her comfort.
still, she unwilling to leave.
If there is another chance.. she would there world.
Ryen even waited for her, not gone gone to met with his parent, his family.
Only because of a promise that she want to be heiress before she met Ryen family.
She want to return as an accomplished women, a successful girl in society.
How stupid of her.
She want to prove to those who don't want to believe her and failed those who believed in her.
Ryen respected her ambitions but she failed.
failed her husband, failed her daughter.
so regretful..so painful.
Her vision blurred.Her breath slowed.
She was slipping away.
And then—
A flash. A strange brightness.
"What is it… why is it so bright?"
"Wait… didn't I die?"
"Where is this place… man?"