They say revenge is sweeter than honey… they were right.
The open-air stadium felt more like a riot than a concert.
Fans surged through the gates like a flood, their excited screams tearing through the cold night air.
"I heard the Crimson Girls sold out hundred thousand tickets for this concert! " one teenager shrieked, clutching her lightstick.
"I would've died if I didn't get a seat!" her friend yelled back over the roar.
Nearby, an influencer stared at her phone in disbelief. "Ten million people on my live stream and still counting!... damn, the world is watching."
At the very front of the VIP section, a girl tried to slip into an empty seat, only to be blocked by a security guard. "Sorry ma'am, this spot is reserved."
The girl's face twisted. "Reserved? I got here first! If the owner isn't here, it's mine."
The guard didn't budge, his expression flat. "I can't allow that. Please move."
"Hmph! You tell that person they're late, because I'm not moving an inch—"
"Is there a problem here?"
A voice like silk cut through the girl's tantrum instantly.
The bickering girl froze as she looked up at the lady who had just arrived.
And for a second, air left her lungs.
It wasn't just the woman's height or the sharp, magazine-cover perfection of her face. It was the way she stood with a cold, effortless grace that made everyone else in the row feel like background noise
The girl swallowed hard and forced a shaky smile. "I... I was just leaving."
The woman's lips curved into a soft, mesmerizing smile.
The girl froze, caught in a daze she couldn't shake.
"Are you... an idol?" she whispered, starstruck.
The woman's gaze lingered as she gave a small, cryptic nod. "Something like that."
"C-can I—please, a photo?"
The woman leaned in, her eyes locking onto the lens with a sharp, effortless focus. The flash flared and before the girl could even stammer a thank you, she was already moving past her, leaving the girl staring at her phone like she'd just captured a miracle.
The lady settled into her seat, smoothing her skirt. "Enjoy your show," she whispered to herself, savoring the words. Oh, she was going to enjoy it. Every single second.
And just then, the stadium plunged into sudden darkness with a sea of a thousand lightsticks flickering to life, and four girls—The Crimson Girls—strutted onto the stage.
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar.
At the front, the woman didn't cheer. She simply leaned back, a lazy, bored expression on her face.
The crimson girls group leader gripped her microphone, shouting to the heavens, "Tonight, we bring you the music that shook the universe!"
And while the crowd roared again in response, a sharp smirk tugged at the cherry-red lips of the woman on the VIP seat.
Silence fell.
The music was about to start.
But just before the first note could play, the massive projector screens behind the group flickered. Instead of the Crimson Girls' logo, a single face filled the screen.
The four idols froze as they stared up at the giant display, their blood turning to ice. The face on the screen was a mirror of the woman sitting in the front row—viciously beautiful and very much alive.
The leader's gaze snapped down to the audience, locking onto the woman in the VIP seat. Her jaw dropped. It was like looking at a ghost. The microphone slipped from her trembling fingers, hitting the stage with a piercing, ear-splitting screech.
Leisurely, the woman in the front row reached into her bag, pulled out a cap and tugged it over her hair. Bold letters on the front screamed: SURPRISE.
The leader's knees turned to jelly, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Her bandmates didn't even look back, they had already scrambled away, abandoning her in the spotlight.
And then, two burly men in suits marched onto the stage, carrying the leader away.
The woman at the front row uncrossed her long legs, adjusted a dark mask over her face and without rush, she climbed the stage steps with the confidence of a queen returning to her throne.
Picking up the fallen microphone, she turned to the stunned crowd.
"The show has ended," she announced, her voice echoing through the silence. "Feel free to leave. Or stay."
The crowd began to grumble, confused and angry...until she sang.
The first note tore through the air, so pure it felt ethereal. It was the exact song the Crimson Girls had promised to perform, but this version was different. It had a soul, had depth.
The fans who had started for the exits stopped in their tracks. Some even ran back in, drawn by the haunting melody. No one dared to breathe.
When the final note faded, the silence lasted for an eternity.
Then, the stadium exploded.
The roar was louder than anything the Crimson Girls had ever received. People were crying, screaming, and reaching toward the stage.
The influencer from earlier stared at her screen, her hands shaking. "Thirty million... thirty million people are watching this live!"
The masked woman looking at the chaos she had created gave a smirk as she thought, ' My songs are mine alone...This is just the beginning. '
Without a word, she turned and vanished into the shadows of the backstage, leaving the concert in ruins behind her.
—— ——
Inside the crimson girls luxury villa, the air was thick with panic.
The living room a mess with broken vase, scattered couch, and some other broken items.
A cracked tablet layed on the marble table still glowing with the viral video of the concert.
A voice rang out with rage " Can someone explain to me, How! The hell! Is that girl not dead! " it was the crimson girl's manager.
The crimson girls just stared with pale faces.
" Lia, i thought you said you could handle it "
" I did " Lia the leader of the girls replied, " I shot her straight in her chest, her heart, " she convinced herself. " i i watched her fall off the cliff into the water! "
The man let out a little laugh, " so who was that? " he asked calmly and shouted, " who the freaking hell was that! "
" I I i think, " Rose the youngest of the group spoke out, " An an impostor? Yh it definitely couldn't be Nyxara "
The man smiled like a freak, " Nyxara or not that lady is a threat! You guys wanna know what those eyes screams? Huh? It screams...you're done! "
He took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair, " you girls fix this before its too late " he said and immediately dashrd out the door.
" Argh!! " Lia screamed as she grabbed something and smashed it on the wall, " Nyxara, you you can never be a threat to me, Never! " she screamed.
She suddenly paused, her forehead foldimg into one of curiosity, " for all i know...she had nothing, very poor...how was she able to secure a front row seat? "
The girls were quiet.
" she couldn't possibly become rich over night " one of them liana said, " everything happened just the night a day before yesterday, she definitely couldn't become rich...just like that "
" hmph " kia scoffed, " Ara ara ara! " she turned sharply to one other girl who hasn't said anything yet, " Elfrida? "
The girl was lost in thoughts and didn't hear when she was called.
" elfrida! " Lo a called out sharply drawing her from her thought in a jolt.
" what are you thinking! "
" I its nothing " she forced a smile
" whatever, you tell your boyfriend to investigate Ara, i need details about that brat "
Elfrida hesitated then nodded absent mindedly.
That was the thing in her mind,
She had seen the VIP tickets on her boyfriend's library hall table, but he didn't care about such things, moreover, he later didn't attend and the ticket was also nonwhere to be found.
She had a bad feeling, and prayed it was only just a feeling.
" Ara...is seems were just gonna have to play the game over again " Lia smirked.
———
" Bang! " A gunshot rang out.
It was past midnight yet a lady wasn't asleep rather targeting a fake human board aimimg bullets at it.
The environment was large and luxurious spacuos under the night sky.
Just as she shot again someone came in with a laptop, " Mrs Diaza, "
" what is it " she asked nonchalantly while reloading, " The video is causing everybody to run mad? " she shot again, " Is the mental hospital full now? "
The guy hesitated and replied, " the lady sure is trending, we also can't take down the video... "
" Hmm, " she slowly reloaded the gun with a smile on her blood red lips and then turned to the man.
The man gulped nervously as she tapped his cheeks, " do i always have to tell you what to do? "
" N-no no ma'am "
She smiled as she turned away while saying, " if you can't take down the video then you take down the girl, like this "
With a flash active speed she shot the man right on his forehead, no miss.
The other five men which were there stiffened as they watched the man fall to ground.
She turned to them with a smile," like that, straight on the forehead. "
They all nodded nervously.
And the woman's voice dropped to a chilling tone as her face straightened, " I need her down before sunrise, i will have no threat to my girls and my industry! "
She said as she left.
That was Mrs Diaza the bloodthirsty dog of the Star circuit big-hit industry.
——— ———
In a dark room, Nyxara— the lady who had the music world shaking right now due to that act she put up at the crimson girls concert, layed on the bed looking up at the internet.
The video had really soared with people making comments like,
OMG WHO IS SHE???
RIP Crimson Girls. This girl just ate them alive.
"That woman's aura is insane."
"That masked lady sang the song WAY better
However they were still some who stood with the crimson girls.
something definitely happened behind the scenes."
"Am I the only one who thinks this was planned publicity?"
"Y'all are switching sides too fast. One performance doesn't erase years of Crimson Girls success."
"Exactly. People are acting like the group suddenly became talentless overnight."
She kept on scrolling nonchalantly,
"Whether she's right or wrong, that woman completely stole the spotlight."
With that last comment she turned off her phone tossing it aside.
Whatever the public said didn't matter to her.
Staring at nothing now scenes played in her head.
The ten years of bring trapped on star circuit as a literal slave, writing songs when tired and stressed only to have passed to the crimson girls.
No credits, no payments.
Only time bombs wrapped round her neck like a dog in chains.
And then along the line she had met him, Damien, a guy who fell for her even though she wasn't ready to fall in love back, he had helped her through her plan to escape which the crimson girls had ruin.
She still vividly remembered how Lia had forced the gun into her hand, and shot him twice with her hand on the gun.
The last drop of tear in his eyes not because be was dying but because he wanted her to live.
And how the crimson girls had also finished her shooting her body twice and throwing her in the water.
It was pity fate had other plans for her and she got Reborn with her face becoming more beautiful and such beautiful curves too.
A little laugh escaped Nyxara's lips as she thought, " My rebirth came in full package "
She picked up her phone to checknthe time, it was some minutes past 2am.
She leisurely stood up, picked up a gas mask wore it on her face and then picked up a toxic gas and began spraying it everywhere.
When the whole house was full of it, she tossed it aside and and sat on her bed, watching and waiting.
Not too long after, Nyxara heard steps, not just steps, coughs, real hard , terribly coughs, drawing close to her room.
And just when her room door flew open revealing someone on all black with a gun stretched towards her forehead,the person landed on the floor with a loud thud!
" Hmph! " Nyxara scoffed still sitting calmly, " I just got reborn and you guys want me dead again already? Tsk tsk, youve got the wrong girl "