A Suitable Vengeance Novels & Stories

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

Bad people needed to be punished for their deeds. It's morning already and it is my first day working at the office with Luke, as his assistant. I'd made sure to wear my best lingerie, and some perfume oil— just incase we wanted to spice things up. I am dressed in a white matching two piece fringe suit that goes well with my pale skin, alongside my hair styled into a ponytail. As I walk down the stairs on the right side, Luke takes the left side and we meet downstairs. "Mr. Carrington?"

Her words quivered at the edge of hope and threat. He tilted his head, as if listening for a sound only the damned could hear, a song in the marrow, a whisper in the ash. His eyelids, sealed and scarred, did not open. But he saw her not as a woman, not as a queen, but as the sum of every choice that led to this moment. “Now,” he said, and it was neither promise nor warning, “I am vengeance.” The room stilled. Not even the wind dared intrude.

“I don’t need two million, I need eight hundred thousand—” “I said I’m not finished.” Something in his tone made the words die in my throat. “Six months,” he said. “You’ll move into this penthouse. You’ll wear my ring. You’ll be my fiancée in every way that matters to the people watching.” “What?” “I need an alliance with the De Luca family. Old blood, old rules. They won’t deal with a man they think is unstable. They want to see me settled.” His eyes didn’t leave my face. “You’ll help me look settled.”

And as I rolled the car into the premises of Lazaro’s suite, I muttered a silent prayer for help in my mind. “We’re here,” I announced, leaving the engine running. “Good,” the psychopath replied. “Now, easy and gentle, toss me your keycard.” “M-my w-what?” “The keycard that lets you into the suite!” He hissed impatiently. “Fast!” Yes. This would be my opportunity. I had to seize it. Swallowing a lump in my throat, the cable tie around my neck a quiet reminder of the danger I was in, I leaned toward the passenger seat, reaching my hand downward to grab the Hennessy bottle surreptitiously.

But my chest—God, It tightened with pain as I silently mourn my loss. He scoffed, yanking me back to reality. “I get it now,” he mumured. “But don't worry wherever you come from and whatever you are, I will make sure to find out. And if I did find out that you're a spy, I will make sure to end your goddamn life,” he threatened, through gritted teeth. “Oh… then good luck with that,” I said flatly, unbothered by his little threat. He clenched his fists, turned around and made his way outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

9 minutes. I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me. I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes a flurry of hooks. Left, right, left. I block most, my forearms taking the brunt of the impact, but a sharp blow finds my temple. The world tilts, my legs turning into water for a split second.

I studied him, confused. “Okay,” he took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the closeness of his proximity, his deep, even breathing, the way his faint scars danced and changed with each word. What was wrong with me? “Let’s call it a scale. If vengeance is equal or greater than the loss, most people will act. But if they stand to lose more than their vengeance is worth, many don’t.” Sure some, acting rashly, stupidly, and it usually costs them.” A shadow crossed his face/ “Some get lucky.” I felt like he was one that got lucky. “I’m going to need an example,” I said, tilting my head.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”