Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenged Love : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The room was as dark and terrifying as ever, with a small ray of sunlight cracking through the ceiling. Sitting under the faint beam was a young boy who didn’t even look old enough to have started puberty.His knees were folded up as he hugged them, his face resting on them, eyes open but dull - staring at nothing - while his mind stayed fixed on one thing.That one memory was burned into his mind forever, a mark he could never erase. He saw it again and again: the way his parents were brutally murdered, their bodies tossed aside and slaughtered without mercy.The young boy hadn’t even cried. Not a single tear fell during that horrifying moment. He had been too shocked to weep. His hands had gripped the stair rail, trembling, cold, and slick with sweat, while his wide eyes stayed fixed on the scene below. The only sound that reached him was his mother’s desperate cry - "Run, Axel... go... run!"Those were her last wordsAxel blinked the memory away, but the ache in his chest refused

That evening, Luis decided to visit Axel, who sat curled up in the shadows by the wall, not far from the door. His head rested on his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around them.He heard the faint jingle of keys, then the slow turn of the lock. When the door creaked open, a thin stream of light spilled into the dim room but Axel didn’t move.Luis stepped inside and quietly shut the door behind him. His eyes swept the room, noticing that Axel was sitting away from the faint light creaking through the ceiling."Has the cat finally learned to respect his master," Luis said with a faint, mocking smile, "by hiding the moment he hears the keys?"No response. Luis’s polished shoes clicked against the floor as he stepped forward, stopping beneath the faint light."Come out, wretched boy," he said softly, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that always came before anger.Axel didn’t move. He only lifted his head slightly, his dull eyes following Luis’s shifting figure as he searched the s

Later that night, Luis sat in the living room, calmly sipping a cup of tea while Brenda busied herself in the kitchen. Upstairs, David was lost in his games, his laughter occasionally echoing through the hallway. Meanwhile, Mia was quietly making her way toward Axel's room. She hadn't brought food this time - her parents were still awake, and her mother's footsteps could still be heard shuffling in the kitchen. She decided she'd bring him something later in the night instead. For now, she just wanted to see him. Moving carefully, she descended the stairs, glancing around to make sure her father wasn't watching. But Luis was far too distracted to notice. He sat with his laptop open, scrolling through files and photos - the latest list of human organs his men had gathered for the next shipment. A slow, twisted smile curved his lips. "Just one more organ left," he muttered, eyes glinting coldly at the screen. "And that wretched boy is ruining everything by getting himself in

Getting to work, Mia hastily stepped out of the taxi and handed the driver his fare. He nodded in satisfaction before driving off.Her workplace wasn’t exactly luxurious, but it certainly screamed elegance, and that was exactly the kind of place Mia had always wanted.She hurried into the building, glancing at her wristwatch every few seconds as she made her way to the elevator.Inside, she stood among a few other staff members, silently praying the ride would be quick. When the elevator doors finally slid open, she rushed out, only to collide with a solid chest for the second time that day!"Oh, I’m so sorry!" she exclaimed, raising her hands in apology.But she froze when she saw who it was. Those calm green eyes stared back at her, paired with a smile that radiated kindness.It was Damien, her colleague and friend. Unlike her, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. In fact, he was walking in the opposite direction."It’s alright," he said in his usual soothing voice.Mia let out a smal

Luis was already on his way to meet Rogers at the address they had agreed on. Dozens of cars surrounded him, the formation tight like he was the president, and people stopped mid-step just to stare. *Gosh, isn’t that the Hawthornes? *Who else moves with that kind of security?! *Oh my God… look at that! Phones lifted. Mouths fell open. Whispers rippled through the street. In the central car, Luis lounged back in his seat, pride swelling in his chest. Hearing the shouts, the frantic excitement, the desperate awe - it drew a slow smirk across his lips. This was exactly what he craved. He wanted people to worship him, to tremble at the sight of his wealth, to treat him as something far above ordinary men - a god among them. And today, they were doing exactly that. But he didn’t see people. Not really. He saw pawns, worshippers, future tools…each one disposable, each one useful only if it served him. When the convoy halted, Mark hurried forward and opened Luis’s door, bo