Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ronald huffs in disapproval. "What will Fathia do after all of this?" Fathia asks, snapping Ronald out of his reverie. He clears his throat briefly to dislodge the memories that had occupied his mind. He refocuses on the girl who's now looking at him sharply. Her bright brown eyes, calm and serene like her mother's, that Ronald knows for sure. Even with her imperfections, Fathia's essence remains. But this time, those calm eyes are replaced with something different. The ember of vengeance burns so intensely within her. "Settle all scores, Uncle. Without exception."

“They will all be mine. I will tear down everything you hold dear, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but ashes and despair.” A flicker of rage surges within me, an ember ignited by his audacious claim. I refuse to let his words erode my resolve. “You will never lay a hand on Princess Golder,” I retort, my voice tinged with a lethal edge. “She is not a possession to be claimed. She is a warrior, a force that will stand beside me in this battle. Together, we will overcome every obstacle you place in our path.”

A noise in the hallway stirred me. When I stepped out, I saw a couple standing with their backs to me. “Chase, where’s Taryn?” the she-wolf asked. Chase turned his head slightly. The woman followed his gaze—and saw me. “Taryn?” She approached quickly, grabbing my hand. “It’s really you! But you look so pale... so weak.” I looked down. Around her wrist was the moonstone bracelet—an heirloom from Chase’s clan. She must be Wynette.

And we will rid the world of that runt bitch. My jaw tightens. He’s right. Zahra. My curse. My shame. The creature that crawled from Heather’s grave. Her face echoes my mate’s features too perfectly—an insult carved in flesh. Every time she breathes, it’s a betrayal. She should never have lived. She stains everything. Killing her isn’t just revenge. It’s reclamation. It’s justice. Illian’s voice breaks the spiral. "What weaknesses can we exploit in their lands?"

The mirror didn’t lie. I stared at my reflection, watching as the woman I once was disappeared before my eyes. The emerald dress clung to me, a perfect fit, accentuating every curve with an elegance that demanded attention. A masterpiece of silk and temptation, whispering promises of power and vengeance. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, but I steadied myself. There was no room for weakness tonight. Tonight, I was two people.

She took her wedding ring, a cheap silver band Julian had picked out in five minutes, and dropped it down the drain. The next night, the Gilded Academy was glowing. Every rich student was there, wearing clothes that cost more than a house. Julian stood on the stage with a microphone. Bianca was tucked under his arm, wearing a sparkling red dress. She looked like she had already won. "Everyone, listen up!" Julian called out. The room went quiet. "Tonight is about the future. And in my future, there is no room for shadows. I am officially announcing my divorce from Ivy Thorne. She was never one of us, and today, she is finally gone."

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

The memory of standing alone on my wedding dress flashed through my mind. The guest whispering,the pity in their eyes, Michael phone call, the humiliation. “Sandra something urgent came up wait for me” Wait for me he said,I had waited. I had waited until the wedding hall became empty,until my tears dried ,I had waited until I walked away alone which actually led to my death. My finger clenched in the running water. “Annabel” I whisper like a curse.’ you stole my life,but I will make sure you lose everything you stole “.

“You wasted an attack.” Gildeon waited. Vergilius still struggled to see through his seared vision, but he closed in on the flame decoy, ready to grab it and bite its neck. Gildeon charged, his claws tearing through Vergilius’s back and meeting the hard snap of ribs. The impact vibrated up his arm as he gripped the cold, rock-hard heart inside. It was lifeless, unbeating, but it hummed with energy, powered by something else. He couldn’t crush it yet. He half-suspected it would simply regrow if he didn’t destroy the true source of Vergilius’s power first.

Melody screamed, shielding her face. But Gilda didn’t move. Her arms were raised in defiance, her white robe snapped in the furious wind. “I defy you.” She cried “ You wronged me. I will keep the curse on her.” The light coiled then struck. The it ripped through the veil that hid her beauty, burning it away. The air was now filled with the scent of scorched silk and searing skin. When the radiance dimmed for a heartbeat, half of Gilda’s once perfect face was gone, scorched black, veins of molten gold pulsing beneath the ruin. Yet even in agony she laughed a wolf, broken laugh.