Riley’s POV.
They say patience is a virtue, and I’d spent years perfecting it, waiting for my moment to strike. But I didn't just want revenge—I wanted justice. And now, after all the pain and suffering, the Goddess had finally granted me my chance.
My fingernails dug into the dirt beneath me, a manicured contrast to the wildness of the forest around me. It was time. I could feel the goddess’s power coursing through my veins, fueling my determination.
FLASHBACK.
The afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen window, its warm rays casting a gentle glow on the counter where my mother stood, preparing our evening meal.
“Riley,” she said, her voice a gentle breeze of warning, “you need to be on your best behavior today. Papa has some important visitors coming.”
I nodded, my small, five-y
