Novel & Cerita A Lover's Revenge

Lovato would always remember the love he shared with his wife… their fiery and bloody love so beautiful that would be replayed for many years, then eventually down the timeline (but in a different way! While the rebelling mafia goons had been vanquished, the death of the Ruiz's family madam, Marisa had stained the victory that was to be celebrated. Slowly, the darkness in the city eventually dispersed and a sense of melancholy settled in. Lovato wiped his tears as clenched his teeth in a burning rage… "Whoever you're, I will get my revenge…. Even if I go down with you!" He roared into the stiff atmosphere, knowing that his wife's killer would still be around somewhere in the dark night.

Her words echoed throughout the venue, and she was already on the stage. Her transformation greatly exceeded Nathaniel's expectations, and he looked at the woman standing on the stage in surprise. Lily had always been well-behaved, so how did she… “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Rebirth’s very own perfumer, Lily. I was the one who made First Love.” Lily was unhurried, and every word she spoke was clear. Everyone present could hear her.

It was after I caught her cheating on me with Molis Rick, that I found out she had actually been working with the molis Mafiosa longer than I could have ever imagined. Remembering all these only made me think that Mel might have approached Park Min with the intention of stealing from him, just like Jade had done with me, and that didn't really seem like I was mistaking. I felt so bad for Park Min when I realized that he was killed by someone who he was in love with, and that made me feel a little more restless about finding Mel, and making sure that she would pay dearly for what she did to Park Min. The fact that she had stolen our work, didn't seem too disturbing to me because without me Ha

I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me. If I didn't saw that passport from the couch, is he going to speak out and tell me that he is leaving? Or he intentionally spent that night with me because it's the last. And it breaks me even more knowing that I am not part of it. I am not part of his plan. I am doubting and trying to trust him but it's too late when I also saw a text message stating that he already needs to come in the airport with his fiance. That day I realized how cruel the world to me. I realized how nothing I am in this world. I am a loser trying to fit inside Arthur's world.

She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, as if he were the only anchor in the world. Lyvanne watched them in disgust, the lovey dovey act between the two, and the pain from their betrayal hit her all over again. She knew Isabelle was doing it to get a reaction from her but then it was working, seeing them together refreshed the pains she went through in the prison. Lyvanne’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her seemed to blur. This is it, she thought bitterly. This is the show they put on for everyone. This is the act that somehow still gets to her.

"Oh, my dear, you're so wrong. I've spoken of my affection in front of everyone, I even took care of your divorce papers." Then, without warning, he pulled Ariana into his arms, kissing her forcefully on the lips. Ariana tried to resist, but Leonard tightened his grip even more. When he finally released her, his eyes shone with something dark-not just anger, but obsession. "Please stop being suspicious of me Ariana, what they say is all a lie. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have cared about your life and let you carry my child." .

“Look at me, Deviana. Look me in the eyes and say it again—that you really do have a new lover.” Her lips trembled. She swallowed hard, forcing her gaze to meet his. His eyes—the very ones she had once loved—burned against her fragile resolve. “I… I do have a new lover,” she said at last, firmer this time, though her heart screamed in panic. Adrian fell silent. He studied every twitch of her face, every quiver in her breath. Seconds dragged, stretching into eternity. Then suddenly, a laugh slipped from his lips. Cold. Bitter. Ironic.

His hand traveled down to my thigh, carefully avoiding the worst bruises, but worshiping every inch of skin that wasn’t broken. “You scared the hell out of me,” he said between kisses. “Don’t do that again.” “I’ll try not to,” I breathed. “But no promises.” He smiled against my skin, then lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Lovia,” he whispered. “If you weren’t injured right now, I’d make you forget the word revenge.” he said. I grinned, my fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. “Who says I can’t multitask?” His lips crashed into mine again, and I lost myself in the kiss—the kind of kiss that feels like forgiveness and war and surrender all at once.

He told them and intended to leave the room. "That's it? That's all you had to say, and I thought you were going to kill me," Angel said he turned and looked at me with a devilish smile on his face. "I can't say that this idea didn't cross my mind but sometimes you have to change plans," he said and winked at her. "Make yourself at home my love," he said and walked out of the room. "I'm not your lover, and I never will be," Angel said loudly.

“No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.” “You are not a seer.” Malik argued, “You cannot see the future.” “No, I cannot, but I have seen this happen enough times to know what to expect.” With that final sentence, Hans stalked from the room. Malik was left to ponder his words. He could blame Hans for his anger. They had both suffered equal heartache at the hands of mortal women. Unlike Hans, Malik did not blame those women for their refusal to accept their true nature. Fear was a natural response to what they were.