Dulce Venganza 2 Novels & Stories

“And you have something I want.” My throat tightened. “Your daughter?” “Yes.” I stared at the desk, the polished wood reflecting the low light. “You’re asking me to hand over my wife? You signed her over to me, surely you've not forgotten our deal.” “I’m asking for what’s mine,” Rivera said. “Celeste doesn’t belong in your world, De Luca. You know that. She’s soft, good. You’ll ruin her.” “You stupid man.” I said evenly. He ignored that. “You bring her to the port in Palermo tomorrow night. Alone. I’ll return Alessia unharmed.”

~ ~ ~ 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.

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

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

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…”

Chris continued, "If you'd just spoken clearly to the dispatcher from the start, Wesley might already be in the ambulance now." A scornful laugh escaped my lips. Tessa's abrupt shift in demeanor sealed my suspicions—this pair of traitors had entangled themselves long ago. Memories flooded back from my previous life: Tessa draped in a flawless white gown, snuggling against him with a saccharine smile. The invite's message taunted me: [Moving on from past burdens, embracing a fresh start together.]

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.”