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She felt anger, disappointment, and, in a way, a strange sense of relief—as if all her thoughts were revolving around one question that she couldn't ignore. Would this revenge give her the peace she had been searching for? The image of her husband smiling with her, reminding her of the love that once was, now clashed with the burning desire to see the one who had taken everything from her suffer. Would destroying this person free her heart from those dark shadows? After all this, she kept wondering if the pain would subside or if there would be new guilt, trapped in an endless loop between justice and revenge. "You're not sure yet," Zayden said. "Consider first; if you get the answer, I will

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ...But little do I know, this made his arousal for revenge fiery. Blind in vengeance, he was going to make an irredeemable mistake...

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the words he'd just spoken. Mine. Now and always. My wolf howled with joy inside me. Jude was still on the ground, bleeding and broken. Lucy knelt beside him now, crying. Part of me—a tiny, almost invisible part—felt sorry for them. But the rest of me felt nothing but satisfaction. This was what revenge tasted like. And it was sweet.

But now, that charm flitting in the wind seemed to slap me in the face. I ripped the good luck charm off the plant and lit it on fire before tossing it into the drain. "Mr. Leeds, when are you going to pay us the 300 dollars in compensation?" A familiar voice rang out from behind me. I turned and saw Yves, flanked by a group of workers, walking toward me like he was the king of the world. Steve shouted, "Yeah! How much money have you greedily made off of us over the years? Now, you can't even compensate us? What a dirty, rotten businessman you are!"

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

Lisa glared at Joy, and the latter continued, "You can't expect an injured person like me to clean it, right?" Lisa's colleagues urged her, so Lisa could only endure her anger and crouch down to wipe Joy's shoe. Lisa was well-aware that Joy was seeking revenge for their previous encounter. Suddenly, she felt somewhat relieved that she was the one enduring Joy's retaliation instead of Serenity. If it had been Serenity, it would have been another heavy blow to her. Serenity had already suffered enough pain in this life. Just then, Joy suddenly raised her foot and brought it down directly on Lisa's hand. She applied considerable force, almost as if she wanted to crush Lisa's bones.

"You know my plan?" "You have done all this just to get Gilbert and Kisa to make up first and then deliver a heavy blow that will send them down hard to hell when they think they have finally achieved happiness." Jensen let out a half-smile. "I know you, after all. How can ordinary revenge quench the hate in your heart? The only way to get the pleasure out of revenge is by creating a stark contrast in expectation, isn't it?" Adrien brought the cigarette to his mouth, took two puffs, and then sneered, "Revenge should be ruthless. Since they love each other so much, I will make them torment each other until they die."

I was going to get mine. I turned the corner, Jean's parent's house perhaps a mile away, and it was if that corner wasn't only physical but mental as well. From one moment to the next my anger soothed and I began to feel shame. Shame not of what I had done – it HAD to be done – but shame at the revelry I felt. I didn't feel tired; I felt elated. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was I this person? I'd done my damnedest to make them pay. I'd laid out my revenge carefully, allowing nothing to chance. I was reveling in that revenge; was this who I'd become? Was I destined to be this bitter human being, revenging myself on all who I felt did me wrong?

The pain was unbearable, like a slow, agonizing execution. My emotions tugged at me, and my eyes burned with uncontrollable pain. A tear slipped down, and I wiped it away immediately. Inside, the conversation continued, voices throwing out ideas for his revenge. "If you want to get back at a woman, the best way is to let her experience the peak of happiness—only to shove her straight into the abyss. Wouldn't that be more entertaining?"