Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

"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

"Very well, I will proceed with the next target. Becareful with Alan and I don't want you to have any emotional attachment to him. He's on our list, Bella." "Okay." I ended the call and looked at Alan's picture on the bottom of the list. I got up and decided to go out from the secret room. Daisy was already waiting for me at the living room with her computer. Daisy is one of us so she's basically a part of this revenge saga. We have some people in Reyes Oil that's siding on us and we have lots of people that work with us because their family got killed by Rector Reyes himself. Rector Reyes killed a lot of people back then and now most of their families are ready to have their revenge on him.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

More than enough for the Gold Justicar to overwhelm her defenses and slice her across her chest. The Reborn threw herself backwards with a forceful athletic flip, then backed away from the Justicar rapidly. She clutched at her wounded chest, which dripped red hot blood. That blood seeped into her robes and inner wrap, which had also been sliced open by the attack. Her breathing was hard and heavy, which boosted Retholis’s confidence. But it was again deflated when Orsethii began to laugh. “Spilling blood to stop bloodshed,” she said. “I’m not the only one filled with contradictory traits. But in this room, I’m the only one who can actually embody them.”

And in that stillness, I saw guilt crawl beneath his skin. "She's no longer your responsibility," I said—voice low, steady. Sharp enough to draw blood if he actually listened. A muscle jumped in his jaw. "And she was never yours either." My hand moved on instinct. I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. Our foreheads almost collided. "Cut the bullshit." Damon's eyes didn't flinch. Just stared. Unblinking. Controlled. God, I hated that stare. That damn Laurent mask. The one that stayed smug even when everything around him was going up in flames. He looked like a man standing in the ashes of what he'd ruined and still had the audacity to believe he did the right thing.

- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts. She opens a smile leaving the library and leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is. Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us. Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.

Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced. In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. "Thank you for being the best guardian anyone could ask for," I said as I pulled away, wiping my tear-stained cheeks. Sophia pulled me close, her grip tightening around me. "We'll get through this," she whispered, her voice steady yet filled with worry. "I'll help you in any way I can, but don't let this quest for revenge change who you are." Her eyes, full of concern, locked onto mine. "I won't, Auntie Sophia," I promised, trying to sound confident. She nodded slowly.

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.