The Rise of the Omega Supreme

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Hello readers!

First of all, I want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for your continued support and for embarking on this journey with me. Writing “The Rise of the Omega Supreme – book 1” has been an incredible experience, and I’m thrilled to bring you the second installment of this series.

In this book, you’ll delve deeper into the characters’ emotions, their struggles, and the evolving dynamics of their world. As the story unfolds, you’ll witness Renata’s growth and her coming to terms with the truth she uncovers. The themes of identity, loyalty, and the complexities of family ties will continue to play a significant role.

I’m excited to explore new twists and turns, and I promise you an engaging and captivating adventure. As always, your feedback and thoughts mean the world to me. Feel free to share your opinions and reactions as you journey through “Heirs – book 2”

Thank you once again for your support, and I can’t wait to hear what you think of Book 2!

Warm regards,

Stephanie Gomes.

I’ll place the synopsis of the second book here, starting from the next chapter.

Synopsis:

The seed of hatred leads to a kidnapping. A daughter, destined for supremacy, is deceived from infancy, prompted to seek revenge in the name of a false justice by her adoptive creator. Renata loves Scarllet so much that she’s willing to spend years training to fulfill her mother’s desire. When she turns 15, the young woman and her mother devise a plan and put it into action.

But something unexpected happens; the young woman’s body undergoes a change, something that wasn’t supposed to occur!

With all the revelations, will this lie endure forever?

Can Deniel prevent a massacre?

Come, join me on this adventure!

“There’s no lie that lasts forever.”

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Renata at the age of five:

I’ve been wondering for a while now-why do I always wear this necklace around my neck? Mom still hasn’t told me, but today I’ll insist once more. From now on, she won’t escape my questions!

“Mom,” I call out as I run towards her. She picks me up, and I love the feeling of being in her arms-it makes me feel so tall. I give her a kiss on the cheek and ask, “What does this necklace mean?” With a pout, I look at her, admiring her beautiful smile.

“It means you belong to our family, my love,” she says, planting a kiss on my forehead before laying me down on the bed and covering me with the sheet. “Sleep well, my little one. Mommy has big plans for your future.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I know how much Mom expects from me. I hope I can always live up to her expectations and keep that beautiful smile on her face. As she leaves the room, she blows me an air kiss, but then she can’t resist planting a real kiss on my cheek. Her gesture makes me smile. Soon, I feel my eyes getting heavier, and I drift off to sleep.

*At the age of seven:

“Mommy!” I shout as I run into the house, searching for my mother. “Mom? Where are you?” I make my way to the porch, where I find her sitting on the swing, watching the sunset. I join her, sitting on the swing beside her. It’s a pink swing with white-painted chains, and sometimes I place flowers between the chains to decorate it. I love flowers, especially roses.

“You’re all sweaty, darling,” my mother comments, scrunching her nose playfully after speaking.

“I brought these for you, Mommy,” I say, handing her the flowers I picked in the forest. “Do you like them?” I ask eagerly. She runs her delicate finger over the white petals, and my heart races a little.

“I love them, my beautiful,” she says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “But you’re still sweaty, Renata. Let’s go! You won’t escape your bath, so don’t even bother complaining. Ready?”

I don’t really feel sweaty; I just enjoy playing in the mud. It’s fun, and I love exploring the forest, hiding among the bushes to watch animals. The forest feels like a part of me, and I adore everything about it.

“Can we bathe at the waterfall, Mom?” I ask, giving her my best pleading look. The water there is so refreshing, and I get to play with Mom. I truly believe there’s no better mother in the world than mine.

“We can. Go get your things,” she says. I jump off the swing and dash to my room. Isn’t she just the best mother anyone could have?

*At the age of ten:

“Come on, daughter! You can do it!” my mother encourages me for the umpteenth time. “It’s wrong, Rê! You’ll have to start over.” I never imagined hearing those words could be so frustrating.

I take a deep breath, unsure of why I’m doing all this. My days are filled with training, preparing for something I can’t even fathom. But I trust my mother, and I believe this rigorous training must serve a purpose. Someday, she’ll reveal it to me.

At times, I feel lonely. I wish I could interact with other kids, experience the joy of having someone besides Mom to play with. Yet, I’ll never let her know that I long to connect with more people than just her.

“Enough, Mom!” I exclaim, removing the equipment from my body. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” My voice trails off softly. “You never explain why I have to endure these workouts every single day…” Tears well up in my eyes. My mother drops her tough facade, rushing to embrace me. She holds me tightly as I allow myself to cry from exhaustion, my body aching from these strenuous exercises.

“Don’t feel that way, my beauty. Mommy loves you, you know that, right?” She strokes my hair, and I nod, my head bobbing up and down.

“But, Mom, I don’t understand,” I sigh, trapped in her embrace. “Please, tell me the reason behind all of this.”

“Alright, sit on my lap,” she says, leading me to the swing. I settle onto her lap, my heart feeling lighter. Finally, she’s going to share the truth with me-the reason for these countless training sessions.

“Some time ago, bad people hurt Mom. They have killed my parents, your grandparents, and even your father,” she reveals, her voice heavy with sadness.

“My heart’s daddy like you?” I inquire, realizing the meaning behind her words. Though she’s not my biological mother, it only deepens my affection for her.

“Yes, my love. Those people took everything from me, leaving me with nothing. They inflicted so much pain that even now, the wounds still ache and bleed on cold nights,” tears well up in her eyes, and I wipe them away with my thumb. It pains me to see her this way.

“I was so sad, feeling alone and hopeless. But one day, I found the most precious thing in the world,” she says, smiling at me. Her smile once again warms my heart.

“That thing is me, right, Mom?” I ask, returning her smile.

“Yes, my princess. A glimmer of hope ignited within me. I wasn’t alone anymore. Yet, Mommy needs your help,” she squeezes my hands.

“Tell me, Mom. I promise, I’ll do anything for you,” I assert, smiling at my beautiful mother.

Her hair is a stunning shade of fiery red, her loose curls always perfectly arranged. I’ve never seen her look unkempt. Her blue eyes contrast beautifully with her flawless, fair skin.

“That’s great, princess. Mommy needs your help to seek revenge on the people who hurt me. Will you help?”

Your hands are cold, but your affection warms me. Are all people like that? I wonder if my skin is as cold to others as hers is to me.

“Yes, Mom!” I reply resolutely. “Anyone who hurt you will pay,” I declare firmly, holding her hands and placing kisses on them. Mom’s smile widens at my display of affection. She leans in and kisses my forehead. In this moment, I’m so content. She doesn’t have to bear this heavy burden alone-I’m here for her.

I hop off her lap and return to the training area. I put on all the equipment once more and begin the sequence anew. The sun still has a way to go before setting, and I’m determined to become strong enough for my mother.