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Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He let loose a third blow, a fourth and a fifth. The beating stopped, and Arte's head hung loosely. She was still. The music was turned down enough for the bald man to be heard: "Man, don't tell me you killed her?!" He exclaimed the question. Feeling more clear-headed with adrenaline rushing through her veins, Arte slowly lifted her head and gave them a toothy smile. They didn't see pearly whites, her teeth were smothered in her own blood "Killed me? Are you worthy?" This ticked the bald man off even more. He turned the music back up and threw himself into the chair aggressively, staring at Artemis with so much hatred.

“He thinks he is a hero. He thinks he saved her by taking her in. But he is the reason she is an orphan. Once she understands that… once she realizes that the man she married, the man she loves, is the very reason she has no parents… she will hate him. She will destroy him herself. And then, she will have no choice but to turn to us. To me. The only one who truly cared for her parents. The only one who survived them with honor intact.” “You are a monster, Arthur,” Vincent said, though there was admiration in his tone. “My father always said you were the smartest man in the room. He was right.” “I am a survivor,” Arthur corrected coldly. “Just like you. Just like Elvira. Sentiment is for thos

He is greed, vengeance and anger. He is the sin and the betrayal. Uses, he, the pain of humans, the blood of humans, for pleasure. – Bloodsongs. * (Art) A week had past, and it was testing and slow for Art. After the careless comment on his beautiful eyes, during that disastrous dinner, Aurora had started acting as if it had never happened–shit, he didn't know what he even expected from her after that, but still it was maddening.

Making him into a weapon. Making him nothing at all but vengeance. XXX

"Esmeray... please... I was like a father to you." "A father doesn't put a price on his child’s head, Arthur," I countered, my voice as cold as the desert wind. I walked over to him, the scalpel glinting in my hand. I didn't want to kill him—not yet. I wanted him to see the "little bird" he had tried to cage. "You’re not a businessman. You’re just a parasite who got too greedy." Ruan grabbed Vance by the collar and hauled him toward the balcony. The city of Reno sparkled below us, a playground of lights that didn't care about the blood being spilled on the hill.

‘If I hadn’t been stupid enough to follow the carriage, we wouldn’t fall ourselves to this trap. Arth came to pick up his Blackwinter sword from the ground. ‘I’ll never forgive myself,’ he thought as he glared at Alice’s brother with his sharp, blue eyes. ‘I’ve brought Robert and Alice in to this…’ He tightened his grip on the handle of his blade. ‘So I will never just stand by and watch them die!’ “Stop, you bloody fool!” Arth yelled as he made his stance, despite the pain and exhaustion in his arms. Alice’s brother turned his head to Arth, raising an eyebrow. “You’re still alive? Not bad. You withstood Bryle’s mighty kick.”

The man who had held her against the vault door, who had pounded into her with the strength of a god, was fading into the dirt. “What do you want?” “The Ledger,” Arthur said, his eyes finally meeting hers. They were empty. No love. No regret. Just business. “The digital keys you took from the safe. Sign them back over to me. The Vane empire stays intact, and the Butcher lives to see another sunrise.” “You’d save the man who tried to kill you?” “I’d save the man who belongs to me,” Arthur corrected. He took a step forward, the syringe glinting. “Well? He’s running out of air, Bianca. Deciding to be a hero? Or deciding to keep your pet?”

The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue, driving me forward with relentless determination. I continued to forge ahead, my senses honed on the direction and scent of Damian's voice. The battlefield was a cacophony of clashes and roars, each step a deliberate stride toward the confrontation that awaited. The anticipation of our impending clash heightened with every heartbeat, a rhythm that matched the pounding fury within me. "I can't calm down, Lara," I replied, my voice laced with a raw intensity. "I need to do this. I need to make him pay for everything he's done. For my parents, for the Black Moon pack."

I kept on shaking my head, no. 'Don't do this.' I heard my wolf talking to him. But it's too late for a plea. "I, Argus David, rejects you, Analisse Forster, as my mate."