Novel & Cerita Arti Act Of Vengeance

The Brother’s Departure "Enough!" Julian Vance had reached his breaking point. He watched the performance with a mixture of nausea and disbelief, his finger trembling as he pointed at the woman in Arthur’s arms. "Can't you see she’s acting? What has blinded you so completely? Arthur, you've lost your mind. You're goddamn blind!" Arthur’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with a dark, defiant light. "Fine. Then I’m happy to be blind. Are you satisfied now?" Julian’s face went white with rage. "You're disgusting, Arthur. Truly disgusting."

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.

“I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.” A gunshot rang out.

Chapter 141 Tanya pov I fell into Arturo's embrace as I let him carry me in his arms. After we had kissed I helped but imagine how much I had fallen and kept falling for him. Now that my father is dead and I know the cause, I needed to get this poison out of my body to avenge him. It didn't take long for me and Arturo to reach the harbor where the ship carried the vessels. Some of his men were already doing some cleaning up. Pulling dead bodies and throwing them into the sea is a perfect grave for their evil doing.

And that is the worst part to Arthur, the part that momentarily blinds him with angry tears. He probably is being helped by a woman who used to be his own sister. “I’ll kill him,” Arthur growls through gritted teeth, eyes locked on the road. “Even if it costs me everything, I will end that necrophiliac bastard.” He doesn’t stop at red lights. Doesn’t flinch when a horn blares past. All that matters is getting to the police station. Getting access to the trail. And then? Then the hunt will begin. Because Arthur Worth isn’t asking nicely anymore, he’ll take it by force.

Forgiveness was not a word I knew, I only knew revenge and payback. “I will return everything to you boss, please don’t kill me” He kept begging but it was a fruitless attempt, I shoved him off and cocked my gun. I loved the sound of someone screaming in pain, let’s just say it has been my favorite song ever since a certain someone left me. That someone that I never want to see in my life ever again and I swore to kill her if I ever set my eyes on her again. “I will return….” The words hung in his throat when the doors cracked open and Alex entered looking angry and I knew why, he was still surprised that Arturo was alive.

The Dark Side "That bitch!!" Arthur hissed with hate. He kicked the chair in front of him. He closed his eyes and imagined her dead. He looked through her wallet again. He was acting like a crazy man. He was looking for money, but there was nothing. He had already spent what little she had on the drink in his hand. "So, Arthur Vance. Where is the money?"

" Dominic nodded, jaw clenched in determination. The two men clutched hands in a tight handshake, their grip sealing promises of loyalty and retribution. "This is for our father," Arthur said, nearly whispering. Dominic nodded, eyes trained on Arthur's. "For our father," he repeated. With one last nod, they released hands, and the team boarded the helicopter. The whirring rotors lifted the aircraft off into the dark sky, carrying Arthur and his crew toward their fate. They were ready to face Victor and the Morano family to avenge their father's death and bring justice to those responsible. The helicopter soared through the darkness, its occupants infused with their passion for vengeance and

he said to himself. Arthuro is in the room now. He braced himself for what he might do this afternoon. He has to do it. His plan included killing slowly from his hands the people involved in the downfall of his family. On the wide table was a large paper containing many photographs that he would be the first to knock down. "You will taste the revenge of the oppressed!" he insisted. Arthuro's hand held tightly to the champagne glass he was holding. He stared at the first photograph of an old man. Just looking at it makes him want to be crushed.

"Enough, Lumina!" Instead of being angry, seeing her desperate attempt to kill me makes me feel sorry for her. The love they have must be wonderful yet agonizing at the same time. Instead of moving on and finding a new mate to replace the void left by her husband's death, she chose to suffer and strive to kill her mate's perpetrator. However, she does it in the wrong way. I am not the one she should exact the vengeance. "I need to avenge my husband's death, Arturo," Lumina barely muttered, her optimism waning as tears streamed down her face. Her eyes are filled with rage, bitterness, agony, and yearning. She looks so broken and hopeless.