Joy Of Revenge Novels & Stories

But all the same, I can't afford to cry in front of them. I just continued to weary in my sorrow and agony, unable to utter a word again. Look at how life is so insignificant and just thrown away for the cost of revenge, although one I cherish very much. The thing is, I don't know if the joy I'll get from the revenge will be enough to take away the guilt I'll get from all the lives that would be wasted for this course. It's hard to say if I'll be able to continue like this.

Tom hands me a pack of tissues to wipe my tears. "Alright, as you said, once you've cried enough, you're not allowed to cry anymore. Come with me now; let's find a fun place to celebrate both your successful revenge and our new partnership." Whilst it's true we are now both partners in crime, I can't quite say I've exacted revenge, considering my phone is now shattered and I'm afraid its contents might not have been saved. If nothing from here can be salvaged, I fear Leila might be the death of me in the future.

The raw data of his enemy's crumbling empire. Logically, I should have felt pure elation. This was what I had vowed to do. This was the vengeance I craved for my mother and for myself. My father was suffering, losing control, his pride being systematically dismantled. And yet... A mixed feeling washed over me. Yes, there was a surge of dark satisfaction, a grim pleasure in seeing his power erode. That burning desire for revenge was still fiercely alive within me. But it was tinged with a hollow ache. The thought of my mother, lying fragile and unresponsive in a hospital bed, prevented any true joy from breaking through. This victory, this first strike, felt tainted by her suffering.

Julian explained, pressing on last floor. Mathias sighed, shaking his head in disbelief he will go this broke to even get an unprofessional lawyer. “Don’t worry, father. It’s only a matter of time before we get our revenge on him with the dirty we have on him.” Julian said with a wicked smile. “It’s about time they paid.” Mathias’s smiled smugly.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

She rushed forward and tried to pull Evelyn away. Evelyn shoved her aside. Then she grabbed Linda’s hair even tighter and forced her down again. Linda cried out in pain. Evelyn raised her hand. Slap! The sound echoed through the room. Linda’s head snapped to the side. “Ah!” She covered her face, completely stunned. “Evelyn, you…” Evelyn stared down at her. Her eyes were burning with anger. “You dared to touch that photograph.” Linda’s scalp hurt terribly.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

“I’m reclaiming what was always mine.” Elara shook, tears spilling freely. “You betrayed me.” Althea leaned in, eyes cold. “You did it first.” She straightened, fingers tightening around mine. “This,” she continued softly, “is what happens when you build your happiness on someone else’s ruin.” Elara collapsed into tears. Valerio turned away. And Althea? She smiled. Because revenge, she had learned, tasted sweetest when served with vows.

"Usually I'm teaching them to survive kidnappings or active shooters. This is my first revenge training, it should be fun." ‎ ‎"Revenge training." ‎ ‎"That's what we're calling it, right? Training you to survive long enough to destroy the woman who tried to kill you?" Jade smiles. It's sharp. "Damian filled me in. I read your file. I read Aurora's file. I read all eight files. That bitch needs to burn." ‎ ‎I liked her immediately. ‎