A Lifetime To Settle The Score Novels & Stories

The kind that settled into your bones before your mind was ready to accept it. “There’s a ninety percent chance that a man like him would actually go to the extreme,” I spoke up, my voice quieter now, but somehow that made the words feel heavier. “He wouldn’t settle for just ruining your peace for a while. He’d want to leave a scar. One that lasts a fucking lifetime.” And in that moment, something shifted in the room again. Maybe it was the realization. Maybe it was the possibility of a truth so dark that none of us had even thought to look for it.

I said as his eyes lit up. “Yeah. Dante. That’s the name. He’s the one who put two in my chest and one in my skull and left me for dead in that shithole. He’s the reason I spent two months eating through a tube. I have a personal score with him. We haven’t finished our dance.” This wasn’t a business associate anymore. This was a man consumed by a vendetta. “So you see, Renee,” he said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “This reunion isn’t about catching up. It’s about settling a score. And you… you’re going to help me.”

The Scandal Elena's POV It's been a few days ever since my steamy encounter with the stranger from the bar, I had never told anyone about it. I had promised myself that I would take the secret with me to the grave but one morning changed everything, placing my carefully curated world that I had built over time on the verge of falling apart.

All she had left was her success and no one to share it with. Towards the end of her life, she concluded that she would never live her life thinking about Minho ever again. Just because he ruined her first life, doesn’t mean she should let him ruin all her other lives. Her past lifetime no longer bothered her. Those two evil people will long be specks of dust in the vast universe. She didn't need to seek revenge, nor did she have to waste her energy thinking about them. Life was forever to her and one insignificant lifetime meant nothing to her.

My failure to commit to his initial, more brutal plan had led me right back to him, on his terms, with the stakes higher than ever. “It's the only way, isn’t it?” I asked, seeking a final, macabre confirmation.“It’s the only option you have left,” he confirmed, the brutal honesty a grim comfort in the shadowy garage. “You can’t rewrite a lifetime. But you can make sure that lifetime never starts. We will need to be quick, decisive, and leave no room for error. The stakes are too high now for your… elegance.” My anger was gone, replaced by a cold, unwavering resolve. This was no longer a game. This was war.

“You play a dangerous game, darling.” “I don’t play,” she countered. “I win.” She added, “And, don’t call me any endearments by that mouth of yours.” Cillian just stared at the woman openly insulting him. Luca cleared his throat. “I think we have an understanding.” Cillian glinted respect and interest flickered in his eyes. He extended his hand across the table. He added, “Fine. A truce it is—for now.” Charlotte met his grip firmly. When the settlement was done, documents were signed. Luca asked the two parties to stay for a drink.

She was here to settle a score. The moon was low in the sky, throwing its weird light upon the woodland floor as Scarlett moved noiselessly, her footfalls measured. She had been training for just this moment, to be able to make Lucas pay for his sins. Her fists clenched at the thought of Lucas, the future Alpha, the boy she once trusted. Now he was a man she loathed. The pack was gathered at the edge of the clearing, partying over something she didn't give a damn about. Her eyes scoured the crowd for him, her heart hardening with each second that passed. Then she saw him.

Good, I didn't need or want that. "Yes, you don't seem the type. I apologise for my crude question." He slowly placed his forearms through the bars, leaning into them he knotted he's long slender fingers. "How would you feel if I offered you, way to cheat death?" What?? "A way for you to live and exact your revenge? A deal of a lifetime. Would you be open to something like that, Scarlet?" A deal of a lifetime? A way to cheat death. What the hell was he on about now?

“When we finally settled, we’d forgotten how to cry. There was no time for it. We just… moved on.” Her chest tightened at his words, the heaviness of his experiences pressing down on her. “My brother and I spent years focusing on survival. On protecting each other. On fulfilling our responsibilities. Revenge took a backseat—until now.” He turned his gaze back to her, his eyes cold yet resolute. “Now that we have the power, we’ve come back to settle the score. And there’s still a lot left to do.”

“I’ll follow you to hell.” “Don’t you have anything better to do than try to screw over my family?” “Oh, I do! But screwing with Ernest Abertton is my favorite hobby.” I couldn’t hold back a smug grin, noticing no trace of emotion in her eyes. “When does the contract end?” she asked the lawyer. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off before he could speak. “It’s a lifetime contract, Stick-Figure! It ends when one of us dies!” I savored the words like they were a gourmet dish from a world-class chef.