Romans & histoires A Story Of Vengeance

Believing I was saving the kingdom from your wrath. But when the fire rose, it wasn’t your screams that haunted me. It was your silence. That silence never left me, Serina. You have every right to hate me. Every right to end me. But if you still have mercy in you the kind I destroyed then let me die knowing that you lived free from the ghost I made of you. You once said vengeance doesn’t heal; it only burns slower. I know that now. Forgive me, not for my sake, but for yours.”

Anger boiled in me as I remembered the story he told me, and I wanted nothing more than to kill them myself. It wasn't possible as Aldo Moretti was dead and so was his wife. "No, principessa. You are a woman and you should concern yourself with getting married, raising kids and pleasing your husband. Not going on some revenge mission like your life depends on it." He snapped, getting frustrated at my resolve to get revenge.

The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty room to die completely. Taika stared at the plot and sighted _" Quite pityful and native." Staring at the small skinny figure covered in different untreated wounded which some were still bleeding, made her sight even more. Am going to have revenge on those people, who did this to you, I promise -Bang! Taika was yet to finished her sentence when the kicked door landed on the floor, waking the thousand years old sleeping dusk, which spread their descents around the room like thick explosive . " Cough! cough! WTH!"

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

He just looked out the window again, his reflection flickering against the glass, his thoughts spiraling between fury and something he couldn’t name. When Hale finally left, Roman’s hand curled into a fist against the window frame. The pain that shot up his arm was grounding, it kept him focused, alive, sharp. Vargo and Dante had made a mistake. They hadn’t just attacked a Thorne. They’d attacked his wife. And now, Roman Thorne wasn’t planning justice. He was planning vengeance. Roman didn’t realize how fast he was walking until Hale called out something behind him, and the echo of his boots swallowed the sound whole.

The fire crackled softly, casting amber light across the lavish furnishings, the polished marble tables, and the carved wooden furniture of the man who had turned her entire world into ash. Let him fall, a cold, venomous voice whispered in the dark corners of her mind. He burned your home. He slaughtered your bloodline, even if your father deserved it. He locked you in iron and claimed you as his property before his court. If Vane strikes tonight, the tyrant dies, and you are free. It was the perfect outcome. The exact vengeance she had sworn to execute five years ago, delivered cleanly by the hands of his own betrayed commander. She wouldn't even have to stain her own hands with his blood.

he insisted, still holding my hand as the car started moving. I hesitated, biting down on my words, but the story tumbled out anyway—all of it, every detail, until there was nothing left to add. When I finally finished, I realized I was staring at him, my body suddenly getting weak. “I want to seek revenge.” My voice was thin but steady. “I want them to feel the same pain they caused me. I want to get back at them for what they did.” And then, like a candle guttering out, my vision blurred, the consciousness slipping away faster than I could fight it.