Before Rita Faros became the Shecon, before she vanished into the depths of Thundarr Forest to fight alongside Falcon, she was something else entirely—a glamorous socialite, a queen of high society, and a woman wrapped in the illusion of wealth.
She had married Falc Faros young, at just 19, swept into the Faros empire with promises of power and privilege. Falc, a brilliant and driven businessman, was too preoccupied with expanding his real estate holdings and managing his family’s corporate dynasty. He loved her in his own way, but their time together was always brief—stolen moments between board meetings and business calls. Rita had quickly learned that being a Faros meant luxury, but not love.
A Life in the Clouds
Rita’s days were spent in the endless cycle of indulgence. Private jets, draped in gold and leather, whisked her away to exotic destinations—beaches of white sand, sky-high resorts, and sprawling estates owned by the world’s elite. She traveled not for adventure, but because it was expected.
Her mornings began with spa treatments that lasted for hours. The finest Thundarr City had to offer—gold-infused facials, massages with Thundranum-infused oils, and hot spring baths reserved for the ultra-wealthy. By noon, she would be shopping in the grandest districts, escorted by assistants who carried designer bags filled with items she would never wear more than once. Jewelry, perfumes, dresses—each purchase a desperate attempt to fill the void inside her.
The afternoons belonged to luncheons with other wealthy wives, women who spoke in hushed voices about affairs, inheritance wars, and the latest scandals of Thundarr’s elite. They drank Cal Cola served in crystal goblets, pretending it was something more sophisticated. They laughed at jokes that weren’t funny, flaunted wealth as if it were a personality trait, and gossiped about people they secretly envied.
The Hollow Nights
But it was the nights that defined her life the most. When the sun set, Rita Faros transformed. She was no longer a lonely wife—she was the center of every party. Thundarr City’s elite fought to have her at their gatherings, and she never said no. Dressed in the most exquisite mini dresses, dripping in diamonds and emeralds, she entered each event as if she owned the world.
The music was always deafening, the lights blinding. The air smelled of perfume, expensive cigars, and the artificial scent of excess. Rita would dance, laugh, flirt, and pretend that everything was perfect. Men desired her, women envied her, and yet, none of it mattered. Falc was never by her side.
Her husband was always working, always elsewhere. Some nights, he was in his office overlooking the city, buried in contracts and deals. Other times, he was flying across the planet, expanding his empire, leaving Rita behind to exist as a trophy, an accessory to his success. When they did see each other, it was brief—a kiss on the cheek before bed, a cold exchange of words over breakfast.
Their marriage was a performance, a spectacle for the media. In public, they were the golden couple of Thundarr City, the power duo that everyone admired. In private, they were strangers living under the same roof.
The Breaking Point
Deep down, Rita knew something was missing. She felt it in the silence of her penthouse, in the way her reflection seemed emptier with each passing day. She was a prisoner in a golden cage, drowning in luxury but starved for meaning.
One evening, after another mindless party, she returned home to find Falc sitting in the dimly lit study. He looked exhausted, his face shadowed with something she couldn’t quite place.
“We can’t keep living like this,” he said finally, his voice distant.
She scoffed. “Living like what? As billionaires?”
“As strangers.” He met her eyes, and for the first time in years, she saw something real. A longing, a frustration, a need for something beyond wealth.
She wanted to argue, to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. Because she knew he was right.
That night, as she lay in their oversized bed, staring at the ceiling, Rita wondered if this was all her life would ever be—an endless cycle of empty pleasures, a slow death wrapped in silk and diamonds.
She didn’t know it yet, but change was coming. Soon, her world of luxury and excess would crumble. Soon, she would leave behind the high-rise penthouses and the meaningless parties. Soon, she would step into the wild unknown and become something more than just a rich man’s wife.
But for now, she remained trapped in her illusion, waiting for the moment when everything would finally fall apart.
