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“I’m not…” “You are. If anyone does anything bad to you, you have to do it back to them! Revenge is your best option for putting your enemies right in their place. It’s the best warning you could give; anything else is beneath you!” “No…” She shook her head “Not at the expense of a person’s life.”

CHAPTER 68 Revenge Revenge - the act of doing something to hurt someone because that person did something that hurt you 68 In our table, I was just studying Nick and Mrs. Devaloines' movements but I couldn't tell if they are together or not cos they aren't really that sweet. Nick was just sitting next to her while looking at the other guests with a drink on his hand. I feel like I'm going to explode any time soon cos I'm sharing a table with Nick.

She then leaned closer, he’d hand brushing Sophia’s arm with calculated tenderness. “Good.” She murmured. “Hold onto that. Hatred will give you strength. But don’t waste it on despair. Let it become something greater–revenge.” The word slipped into Sophia’s war like a serpent and if cooked around her heart. Revenge. Sweet revenge. The idea struck her with the clarity of ice water. “Revenge.” Sophia echoed, her voice steadier this time, almost certain. “He deserves it.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actuall

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I did

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

My plan will unfold mercilessly, and no one will stand in my way. Inside me, I vow to make their lives unbearable. I will use every opportunity, every weakness I find in them, to crush them, to make them regret crossing my path. I won't stop until they have paid for what they did to us. Anger consumes me, but it also gives me strength. Now is the time to act, to reveal the next phase of our plan and carry out the revenge I so deeply desire. Habbab and Melek's life will be a true hell, and I will be responsible for their downfall.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”