Books About Revenge And Betrayal の小説・ストーリー

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

Ryan had tried speaking about it sometimes but eventually gave up. That unspoken incident remained with me, hurting me, burning me up from inside. Whenever she is around me I get reminded of her betrayal, her ugly mentality but again I never felt the same thing for any girl what I felt for her. If I wanted I could have destroyed her with a snap of my fingers, left her penniless but I couldn't. I wanted to see her in pain but a teardrop from her eyes was all it took to make me feel guilty of hurting her.

She had lost the pregnancy, which seemed to be the only thing that kept her moving. She had no one to turn to at this time, she had no family and the only person she could rely on didn’t want anything to do with her and her child. Was that what people call fate? Was she meant to suffer that way? It was Nathan who had cheated and made her lose her pregnancy. Her dad wanted to go and apologize to Nathan. What had she done wrong? Begging for his forgiveness without dignity as before? No, absolutely not! She would never do anything like that again.

"Ever wonder what it's like to betray someone who trusts you?" My hands did not shake, but the words hit like a bullet. "All the time," I said, not looking up. "It's a messy thing." "Is it?" "Trust requires vulnerability. And vulnerability gets people killed." He nodded slowly. "True. But betrayal… gets people buried." He drank a mouthful of wine. “You can go now," he said to the injured man. I finished wrapping the wound and stood up. "He'll require antibiotics." "See to it."

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

Whoever hit me, he would kill them. After fighting for a long term, I felt that my finger went numb. I found that it was already one o’clock in the morning. I hurriedly said good night to Wolf and turned off the computer. I felt that the enmity between me and Rita was inextricable. The two slaughters in the game were both caused by us. However, it doesn’t matter. In the virtual world, people would repay a debt of gratitude or take revenge as they wanted, so there was no need to care much about it.

"Tell us the story one last time. The beginning. The story of The Betrayal." I smiled. "You know it by heart, Zen." "We want to hear it from you," he said. "So we never forget." And so, I told them again. I told them about the shy girl named Cici who became Elena. I told them about the cold monster who became the loving King. I told them about the pain, the tears, the blood, and the war. But most importantly, I told them about the love that conquered all. I told them how we were betrayed, how we were hurt, but how we chose to forgive and build something better.

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

"Thank you. Thank you. I don't deserve this." "Don't thank me. Just be better. Be the man I know you can be." "I will. I promise. I'll spend every day proving it to you." "Your promises don't mean anything anymore. You've broken too many." "They will. I'll make sure of it. I'll earn back your trust, one day at a time." Two paths lay before me, one paved with revenge, cold and sharp and familiar, leading to a destination I had been walking toward for months, a place of anger and darkness and solitude where I would be alone with my pain.