Dulce Venganza 2 Novels & Stories

*Valeria's POV* I spun around, my heart still hammering from Catalina's impossible disappearance, every instinct in my body coiling tight in preparation for another threat, my hands already rising in a defensive stance despite the dagger lying useless on the floor behind me. Alejandro stood in the doorway.

dress. I sounded down my bags so to their great surprise the two of them looked at my behavior. I smiled when I saw the face of the woman wearing a backless dress. My cousin Ally Chavez. The only different last name with us is Maica because Auntie is Chavez to them so when auntie got married it became Salvador. It took less than a second for the two of us to run between us just to hug me tightly. I slapped them both on the arm because I was choking. "What! I'm choking," I shouted They immediately laughed when they hugged me and laughed. Crazy people! "Sorry, Sis" Ally said. "Why are you here? I thought you were still in Barcelona?" I asked in astonishment. Hee happy face was immediately rep

"You know damn well why I'm here, Amy Leah. Don't pretend. And stop acting blind. Since last year, de la Frontera Group, this hacienda, and Playa Azul are mine!" His loud voice irked my ears, my fists seemed to have minds on their own they both pounded on his chest, my palms landed aggressively on his face leaving red fingerprints on his cheeks. "You wanna get revenge for what I've done to you? For what my father had done to you in the dungeon? He's dead, Desmond. Just face me. Leave our properties behind!" I tried to land another slap for him but this time he caught my hand and gripped my wrist tight making me wince in sudden pain. I let my other hand hit his shoulder but his other hand gra

I held her, and that was enough for our moment. Damian had started a war. He had drawn his line and tested our boundaries. Now the drumbeat would only grow louder. For every move he made, I would make three. For every life he endangered, I would double down. I had no intention of yielding the woman whose name had been written like a target. If Damian wanted to make us choose, choose Vanessa or our honor, he had chosen poorly. I wouldn’t trade her. I would burn the world down first before I did.

Calla started, her voice trembling. He cut her off with a low command: “Open the box.” Her heart raced as she reached for the sleek, ribbon-tied gift box he had handed to her earlier. With careful fingers, she lifted the lid. Her breath caught. A gun. Black, polished, gleaming under the light. On its barrel, etched delicately, were Spanish words: “Dulce Muerte.” “What does it mean?” she whispered. Killian bent down, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was a husky whisper. “Sweet Death.”

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

De Luca Estate – The Greenhouse – Midnight She used to plant roses here. Now it was dead vines and broken pots. Like our marriage. I stood among the ruins, watching the security footage play on my phone. Valentina. In chains. But still standing. Lorenzo. Preparing something. War? Rescue? A kiss before dying? And me? I was tired of being the king. If she wanted rebellion I’d give her revolution. De Luca Estate – Dungeon – 2:00 AM I returned with a gift. Her wedding ring. “I’m not here to beg,” I told her.

“Funny word, isn’t it? Some people burn, others rise.” My chest tightens. Fingers dig into the couch. The face of Alina is a blank one; it is almost robotic. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just remains with Vanessa as a doll. The voice of Vanessa becomes scathing. “Carina Russo. Dante DeLuca. You took everything from me. My freedom, my life, Lorenzo, the empire. Now, I shall have thy own--bit by bit. The hand of Dante smacks on the table and a glass breaks and falls on the floor. The screen flickers. I flinch at the noise.

"Do you accept?" The void contracted, constricting, and suddenly flashes of Valentina's final moments crashed through me-her terror, her prayers, her thoughts of her twin daughters. "The children," I gasped. "Valentina's daughters." "Will become yours to protect." Santa Muerte produced an obsidian dagger, its blade glowing with ancient symbols. "Each kill must be marked with my symbol. Seven souls who orchestrated your death. Seven chances for vengeance." "Or love?" I reached out and stroked the dagger's handle, its power humming.

“You should be happy. We all saw her the other day—she’s fucking hot, cute, and she’s just twenty years old. Come to think of it, there’s a high possibility she’s still a virgin.” With a wide smile, he stressed the last word. They all hummed at the thought. Dante picked up his glass and downed the rest of its contents. Squeezing his face at the burning sensation of the tequila, he sighed. “It’s kind of true, Dante,” Victor said with a mischievous smile. “You got your revenge by killing the first daughter, and now the second one is going to be your whore. You’ve hit the jackpot, bro.” Dante’s brows knitted as he scooped up the bottle of tequila and leaned back into his chair. He glanced at Vi