Her revenge contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

"But there weren't." "No. There weren't. And when he destroyed my company, when he took everything from me I told myself it was about the business. About the betrayal. But part of it was about you. About the fact that he had you and didn't value you. That he threw you away like you meant nothing." She's quiet. Processing. "So this whole thing the revenge, the contract, all of it was about me?" "It was about a lot of things. But yes. You were part of it."

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

The car purred to life, and we pulled away from the estate, leaving the chaos and humiliation behind. In the backseat, I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. I should have felt relieved to be away from it all, but instead, I felt… unsettled. “Do you know the best way to get revenge on someone like him?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking. “What?” He leaned back in his seat, his smirk playful yet calculating. “Alias. Do you know the best way to make him regret every single thing he did to you?”

Feeling utterly scared, I gulped hard. “Please continue,” Understanding now that he was doing all I considered ‘pissing me off’ just to take revenge upon me by making me miserable. To make me feel the sensation of the touch I rejected by a slap over and over again. God. Damn. Slap. “Is it done yet?” “Almost, please stop shaking,” “Oh, sorry about that,” ‘In the desperate need of money, I signed the contract, he knew, he used it against me. He played his card flawlessly.’

A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight. She was shivering and was totally failing at the attempt to stay calm. "I will do it." She said it. Loud and clear enough so he could hear it properly. "Huh?" He was caught offguard. "I will do it, I will sign them, those papers." She looked him in his eyes, his same blue eyes she was excited to see till some extent a few moments ago, but now she was slowly starting to hate his gaze. She said it out loud and clear, but she knew the consequences would be much harsher than she would have even imagined.

I said and gave her a glass of champagne and she was confused. "Bro you are looking very happy. What's going on?" she asked and I gave her a big smile.. "Finally today that asshole who ruined our family, will pay. Yes... our revenge for years will end. Today finally mom and dad's killer will be behind bars." I said and hugged her but she didn't return my hug. "Bro... what have you planned?" she asked and I sighed and explained about the contract first.

Stronger than anyone who'd dismissed her as weak bloodline could imagine. "Let's see who recognizes you now," she whispered to the ghost of her past self. The answer, she suspected, would be no one until she chose otherwise. And that choice would come only after she'd claimed everything they'd said she never deserved…power, wealth, and the right to decide their futures. The best revenge wasn't served cold. It was served with a contract requiring signatures from those who'd wronged you, binding them to terms they'd never escape. Elena smiled, sharp as the blade Morgan had taught her to wield. Time to cut some deals.

“So tell me, Michelle. Don't you want to make him pay?” I stared at the contract again. He was right again. Walking away will mean I have a three million debt to pay aside from the debt I already have, thanks to Damien. But accepting this deal will clear all my debt and a promise of a good life for both my mother and I. And above all… revenge. “I want this,” I whispered. “I want revenge more than anything.” He nodded slowly. I signed my name. My hand shook, but my heart felt strangely calm.

And mark my words, Exelle, they led you straight into hell and relentlessly stabbed you in the back, time and time again. Revenge, I knew, could lead to either a heart weighed down by anguish or a monster of conscience that would consume me alive. But at this moment, I no longer dwelled on such thoughts. My plans had been meticulously crafted, and there was no turning back now. *** "Since I've already approved it before and now we're finished with the contract signing, I guess I'll be having this dinner after all with you, Mr. Alvez," I told him before taking a sip of wine from my glass. The idea of spending time with him wasn't exactly my preference, but I saw it as an opportunity to get cl