Her revenge contract Novels & Stories

Something more dangerous. Revenge. I bent down and grabbed a pen from his desk. My hand was steady as I picked up the contract. The papers were thick. Legal. Binding. They laid out everything. One year as Sebastian Ashford's wife on paper. One year of helping him with whatever he needed. One year of my life in exchange for the tools to destroy Dominic Castellano. I didn't read the fine print. I didn't care about the details. I just signed my name on every line that needed it. Sienna Rossi. Over and over again. Binding myself to a stranger and to revenge in one fluid motion.

“Every deal of yours was sabotaged by Blackstone Consortium. Every ally who betrayed you was bought off by us. Every defeat you suffered in battle came because your enemies fought with the intelligence we provided. "You pray to the gods, convinced it's the curse of a dead daughter. Deep down, you know you've committed unforgivable sins.” She paused for a moment and continued, “But it isn't a ghost’s curse. It's a living person’s revenge. You fear the dead? What you should fear are the ones you wronged who still live.” My mother broke down completely, covering her face as she wailed in despair. My father stared into nothing, as though his soul had already been hollowed out.

I asked, dread coiling tight through my chest at her ominous tone. Cordelia studied me for a long, careful moment before finally answering. "Revenge," she said simply. "Generations old, deeply personal revenge, rooted in circumstances considerably more complicated than simple territorial protection or financial profit." "Revenge for what," I demanded. "That," Cordelia said, rising slowly from her chair, "is a conversation for another time, once I've verified that our current arrangement proceeds according to the terms we've just established. I'll provide the documentation you've requested within the week, delivered through Osgood's network, along with information regarding how to potentially

Ullric threw away all the doubts in his heart, then dripped his blood on the contract scroll. As soon as Ullric's blood hit the scroll, it glowed for a moment, indicating that the effects of the contract had taken effect from this moment on. Jane smiled with satisfaction as she watched Ullric fall silent as if he had lost his life. The moment after Ullric dripped his blood into the blood contract Jane could consider her revenge finally complete as well. Now, she wasn't the only one making that expression. Her former lover and his son also shared the same expression because of her revenge. "Ah ... Love can indeed make one do something silly."

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

“You were being deceived for so long. Talking you out of it wouldn't have convinced you so it was good you saw it for yourself.” “What do you want from me?” I asked. “You're the cousin of the man who just left me to die after cheating on me, I know you're not here to offer your sympathy,” I added and his lips curved just slightly to reveal a dangerous smile. “You're smart. I like that. I do want something from you. And it's not difficult. At all.” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me and I blinked in confusion. “What do you want?” “Revenge.”

Not with the betrayal she had felt a while ago, but with an unquenchable fire. A fire of revenge. " Mr. Reed, do you care for a deal?"

“Unlike you, money is no object to fret over for me, Blair Davis. We will talk about prices, but I need results. And I give you my word that-” “I don’t want your word,” she said. “I need it in writing. Contract-you say money is no object but I’d like you to prove that.” “Smart girl,” I replied. “Fine. I’ll have my people draw something up. But until then, I need to know your worth-that I’m going to get what I’m paying for.” “And how do you expect me to prove that?” she asked. “Tell me,” I said. “What is the first thing you’d do in this long game of revenge that we’re planning?”

“Excuse me? We have an agreed contract and if you don't fulfill that payment we will have to press charges." "I know." “You want revenge from me so why can’t you keep my hardworking employees and Dahlia out of this. They deserve the reward for their work.” “I know.” Urghhh!! "I am being serious here." "I know." Oh god did he forget other words exist in the dictionary. "You know there are other words in the oxford dictionary you can use instead of 'I know'." "I know." I slammed my foot on the marbled floor irritated. "Mr. Blackwood you are a busy man and I am also very busy so if you could pay the full amount or at least give reasons for this stupidity I could get going."

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.