

Alexis
Abandoned, abused, and forced to live a life of servitude in her own home, Alexis, a prodigious martial artist, finally snaps. After years of enduring her cruel stepmother's torments, she unleashes her pent-up rage in a single, decisive act of defiance. Now free, but thrust into a world she's long been shielded from, Alexis must navigate a city teeming with hidden dangers and unexpected allies. Can she reclaim her inheritance, uncover the truth about her parents' death, and carve out her own destiny, or will the shadows of her past and the machinations of her enemies consume her? Prepare for a gripping tale of resilience, retribution, and the unyielding spirit of a forgotten heiress.The first rays of dawn pierced through the grimy window of the small, storage-like room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A young woman, Alexis, stirred on a mattress barely thicker than a sheet, a soft groan escaping her lips.
"Oh! Not today again," she muttered, stretching her limbs with a series of bone-popping cracks. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, flickered to a digital clock on her phone. 8:00 AM. A gasp, then a more forceful declaration, "Oh! Not today, I am so fucking dead."
Despite her words, her expression held a strange mix of misery and amusement, as if she anticipated a familiar, unpleasant ritual. With a burst of speed that belied her casual awakening, she sprang from the floor, dashed to the door, and flung it open.
A long, white whip, wielded by a woman in her fifties clad in a transparent nightgown, snapped towards her. Alexis moved with impossible grace, sliding on the tiled floor like a karate expert, executing a backward flip, and landing silently on her feet.
"I'm sorry, ma, for waking up late," Alexis said, a flawless, unsettling smile gracing her lips. The woman, Linda, her stepmother, glared back with an intensity that could curdle milk, her contempt palpable.
