Romans & histoires A Story Of Vengeance

I lifted my hips but he kicked me back down. "Please..." I cried out. "Please? oh please. You ruined my life the moment I married you. I shouldn't have married you. Papa made me do it." He said and bent to my level. He placed his hand on both sides of my cheek and held it tightly. Next, he gripped my neck and I choked on my saliva. I couldn't breathe properly. "Lo...Lo...Enzo..." "Look at me." He demanded. I did as he said. I looked into his deep, blue hair. There was no doubt he was handsome only if people knew the type of man he is in secret. What was I expecting? I got married to the most dangerous mafia in the world.

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

Scarlet said quietly, interrupting. “Wait, what?” “She shot herself. In the leg. During an argument with him. He called the cops.” Scarlet’s voice was flat, almost detached. “That’s how it all came out.” Amanda took the remote and turned the TV up. The screen flickered from commercials to breaking news. “...Seraphina Vance, socialite and heiress, was taken into custody earlier this evening for the suspected murder of Dr. Jude Reed and her sister, Katherina Vance. Authorities say new forensic evidence links her to both crimes...”

“I am one of the most wanted men alive. No one will ever believe my side of the story. They knew I was coming, they laid a trap and we walked right into it” “Who is ‘They’?”

“How did you get..” “How did I get out of prison?!” He cut in. “I had to get my revenge” My whole body trembled. “Revenge for what?” “You put me in prison!”He yelled in anger. “Because you tried to kill me!” I yelled back. “Shut it!” She snapped, pressing a knife against my stomach. “Please” I gasped. “You have to die for what you did! You tricked me, You tricked me!” “Vanessa!” I heard Damiens voice yell.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

But I refused to be a victim any longer. It was me who would make him face the consequences of his actions, who would make him rue the day he crossed me. I was prepared to inflict pain upon him, even if it meant sacrificing pieces of myself in the process. The flames of vengeance burned brightly within me, driving me forward with a fierce determination. As I stood there, consumed by the fire of vengeance that burned within me, I realized that this was just the beginning. The end was not coming anytime soon, and I was prepared to go to any lengths to see my quest for justice through to its bitter end.

“I still have my magic. I can weaken them from the inside. Make them fight each other. Make Betty suffer.” Vance leaned back and studied us for a long moment. “Why should I trust you? You were one of them. You married into their circle.” I laughed bitterly. “They took everything from me. They kicked me out, beat me, and stole my wife. Now she’s pregnant with their bastard child. I want them dead. I want Betty back. And I want revenge.” Vance’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you offering?”

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”