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Die to Rise from the Ashes

Sahriel
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In a supernatural world governed by five powerful clans and a regulatory organization known as the OSA, the death of Leonora ANGOMA is no simple family tragedy. It is a spark and it will set everything ablaze. Céline Bazul Angoma, wife by alliance and woman of mystery, finds herself at the heart of a scheme whose full extent she has yet to grasp. Forced into marriage with Josh ANGOMA. head of the ALPHA clan, whose reputation is as fearsome as his blood-red gaze, she navigates a world of conspiracies, betrayals, and powers far beyond her reach. Or at least, that is what they want her to believe. Her husband, consumed by rage and a devouring thirst for truth, plunges into a dangerous quest to find his sister's killer. Yet Céline knows better than anyone that some truths must never come to light. In the shadows, a threat is growing. Caught between family grudges, silent conspiracies, and ghosts of the past, Céline must fight to keep control. Because if Josh discovers what she knows, what she is hiding, everything could come crashing down. Manipulator or victim of fate ? Guilty or protector ? In this deadly dance where every move is calculated, the only rule is to survive. And sometimes, to be reborn, one must first accept to die...
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Live ! Hold on to reality, by any means necessary. It must be done at all costs. At every possible cost.

ANGOMA Cemetery, KALANK

The sky was a gray so deep it seemed to harbor profound anger and boundless grief. The humidity hung thick in the air, and the wind blew fiercely, sweeping autumn leaves from the ground and shaking the trees in a frenzied waltz. Yet even in that unsettling atmosphere, not one of those present looked away from the coffin that stood at the center of the grave dark with secrets and crying out for vengeance.

The cawing of crows mingled with the weeping of family and loved ones, who poured out their pain, their fear, and for some, their relief.

Funerals were events I never particularly enjoyed attending. But what I did appreciate in those moments were the plots and secrets written across every glance, every gesture, every expression. It became almost amusing almost intriguing.

As the priest guided the deceased through a prayer of blessing, her grave was gradually covered with earth. Like the turning of a page in a book, one chapter of a life was closed to welcome another.

Leonora ANGOMA was a charming young woman, full of surprises. Cunning and empathetic, she never let herself be intimidated and knew how to get what she wanted. But there were things in this world that came with a fatal price and the truth was one of them. The truth about what, though?

Dead at twenty-five under deeply troubling circumstances, a murder investigation had been opened to shed light on this dark affair. Yet it was already certain that the case would not be easy to unravel. Suicide or murder, time would tell, sooner or later.

The last guests left the cemetery, taking care to lay white roses upon her grave before turning their backs on her for good.

I approached the grave in turn and observed it through the mist rising over the cemetery. Kneeling at its foot, I laid down black roses and a solemn promise.

— I will cherish with the greatest care the life you entrusted to me, and use it wisely to make you rise again from your ashes.