Dulce Venganza 2 Novels & Stories

~ ~ ~ After a Month I was napping in my bedroom when a phone call jolted me awake; an unknown ID appeared on my phone screen, and I had to wait a few moments before picking it up. "Cynthia De'Lacruz," Salvador's voice echoed. "Everything you've done, have seen it all, and I'm going to surprise you by taking something you really liked." He said. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Salvador, because there is nothing you can threaten me with, not that I have any family left after you've killed them," I say. "Even your so-called old man?" My heart skipped a beat as he questioned "You better leave him out of this, and don't you dare hurt him" I declare.

The most exquisite trip of all for them was undoubtedly the one to Rome, where they were able to relive medieval times full of carnal ardor, and the sales in that area were the best in the world. Finally came the moment that Maria De La Cruz had wanted so much, the time to expand to the north of America, it was a game that she would do her best, because she had a special surprise for David Del Valle's father, and for all his entourage, although it would not be an easy task to finish with all of them, it was a pending revenge in her life. But first he had to travel to Bolivia to prepare Juan Carlos Velazquez, but first he had to ensure his integrity.

Perfectly. My part had been clean and surgical, providing the channels, the legal machinery, and the pressure points in the DA’s office. But the masterpiece was hers Jennifer. She was the one who had slipped into his fortress and opened the gates from the inside. The ledgers, the videos, the audio… she delivered it all on a silver platter, her eyes burning with a cold fire that I recognized all too well. It was the fire of calculated, patient vengeance. I admired it greatly. With Stanley caged, a new opportunity presented itself. Jennifer was now fabulously and independently wealthy, the primary beneficiary of the asset seizures and civil suits I’d helped her orchestrate. But she was adrift

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

I cannot wait to see what happens first—whether you leave me, or your family goes bankrupt and your father receives a court notice from his sickbed. Dulce did not miss the chance to strike. "Ha! Vincent is right. You shameless wench, you think you have power? No, you don't! Leave us, and your pathetic family is as good as finished." [Oh, are we moving on to business warfare now?] [Did her dad really give Vincent that kind of power and authority? That is like handing someone a gun and pointing it at your own head!]

“My ruthless queen. Luca already has the accountant singing. We hit the money first—three accounts in Dubai, two in London. Freeze them before sunrise. Then we burn one of the Tin Can Island ports. Not the whole thing. Just enough to make Vic panic and pull his men away from the clubs. While he’s distracted chasing ghosts, we take the girls out of Silk and Shadow. Quiet. Clean. And when he comes for Matteo… we’ll be waiting with a bullet meant for the Blade himself.” A slow smile curved my lips. Revenge tasted sweetest when it was planned in the dark with the only man who had ever owned my soul. Valerio’s ex-daughter-in-law. The woman who had once been married to his dead son. The scandal th

said Andrew touching Celine's very pale face. The man turned his gaze to wipe away the tears that had fallen too much down his cheeks. Andrew looked back at Celine and smiled dryly. "I will avenge your killers. I will not release anyone who will be your killer. I will really kill him," said Andrew full of vengeance. Andrew had closed Celine's body back until it was completely covered. The man stepped away from the room where Celine's corpse was. Andrew must take his revenge on the real culprit. ***

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

A list that I would cross off one by one. Revenge wasn’t going to be loud or messy. It was going to be clean, silent, and precise. Like a knife sliding under silk. Later that night, as the music softened, Mike’s wife made her move. From the moment I woke up, she is no longer my mother and she is no one but Mike's wife. She approached me with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling with false warmth. “Oh, Miss Williams! We’re wearing the same dress,” she laughed. “Isn’t that funny? We should take a picture together. The media would love it.”

Vanya sniffled and began to cry on her mother’s frail shoulder, “If I told you about this, you’ll be against it. I’m really sorry, Mom…” ‌ “Shhh… it’s okay, sweetheart,” responded Henriella without any judgment. She lifted Vanya’s teary face up facing her and said, “I don’t blame you for having such a bad sentiment toward the person who made your Dad suffer, but revenge is not the way. You know, two wrongs don’t make a right, remember?” ‌ “I regret what I did, Mom…” sobbed Vanya. “I’ll make it right by giving the money I get from selling the important document back to Kevin.”