Arti Act Of Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was Arthur Vincent. His face was scarred from the bridge explosion, his arm in a mechanical brace. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the grave with only one thought: revenge. "The 'Second Family' doesn't like competition, Vira," Arthur spat, his voice distorted by a vocal cord injury. "The Vincents aren't going to be replaced by a batch of test-tube babies." Arthur turned his weapon toward the glass pods. "No!" Panni screamed. The Price of the Future

Fargo took off the glasses and smashed it to pieces disconnecting the live video. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked as he rained slaps on Arthur's face. Arthur groaned loudly in pain. "I'm unveiling who you truly are to the world." "I'll kill you." Fargo said angrily as he sent Arthur crashing on the ground with another blow. Arthur spat blood. "You shouldn't have touched my family." Fargo took out a pocket knife, "I'll let you experience pain and beg me to kill you."

Before the paddles could touch his chest, the heavy double glass doors of Room 702 exploded inward, the electronic lock node shattering into a spray of plastic and sparks as a high-velocity security team breached the room. And standing in the center of the doorway, his silver-headed cane raised like a weapon, his face twisted into an expression of absolute, terrifying fury, was Arthur Vance. The patriarch has broken the perimeter at the moment of the extraction. Will Arthur force the doctors to pull the needles and let Leo die, or will Vivian use the freshly signed foundation documents to trigger the ultimate corporate trap that Alexander left hidden in the servers?

Arturo replied, “he begged me to let you see him for one last time before he finally gave up the ghost. I almost didn’t agree to that but knowing you would hate me a bit more made me agree to it. Olivia begged too, I just couldn’t allow her” “You asshole” I lunged at him but Aiden was fast enough to grab my hand. I couldn’t act recklessly again, not when the little life inside of me needed to be safe. I calmed down but my stomach was still burning with anger. I would never be able to understand how someone could be so wicked yet he claimed he loved. People like Arturo never loved, they wanted to possess everything even if it meant hurting people in the process. They were days I would just wo

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don't leave me” He sighed, kneeling before me. “I'm here.” My eyes felt heavy as I slowly closed them, a streak of tears flowing down my face. I was scared. Not because I thought I was going to die. This wasn't my body anyway. I was just afraid that I would die without getting the chance to complete my mission, to get my revenge on Raymond. My former life was wasted, and I couldn't waste this second chance that I had been given. I squeezed tightly onto Raymond's hand, holding onto the last bit of life inside of me.

Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly. "Good", he said then let go of his face. He got up and then he continued "Then tell me who sent you" he said as he got to the table that had a large range of different torture tools. He picked up a pen knife sharpening it and then faced the kneeling man. The man gulped and then looked up at him shivering. He looked into his eyes and all he saw was darkness. Indeed this was the devil's incarnate. He looked on in fear as he advanced towards him menancingly.

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.

​Victor, blood dripping from his temple, was scrambling on his knees toward the discarded gun on the rug. ​"No you don't!" Vivian screamed. ​Driven by sheer adrenaline, Vivian grabbed a heavy, solid bronze statue of a falcon from the desk. She swung it with all the force in her body, bringing it down squarely on the back of Victor’s skull. Victor collapsed onto the Persian rug, unconscious and bleeding. ​Silence descended on the room, broken only by the howling wind through the shattered window and the ragged, heavy breathing of the two survivors. ​Arthur stood in the center of the wreckage. His shirt was torn, exposing his chest, which was slick with sweat and blood from his shoulder. He tu