Mother's Vengeance Love Reborn Romane & Geschichten

Mother hissed at who I guessed to be Creighton. "Leave her alone please. Take my life instead, I beg you." Mom cried out. "Oh, enough with the crocodile tears already Nuella. No one here gives a fuck about them, the only one that does, is about to die." Mother barked. "You can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried to win over Matthews , just please forgive me and let my daughter go." Mom pleaded. "You seriously think this is only about Matthews?" Mother scoffed. "Not only did she kill my lover but she is also mated to the evil ones who burned me."

"Stop thinking about Rhea. You wronged her. She completed the Reject ceremony. She'll never forgive you." Mother's words hit like ice water, dousing the flames that had just ignited in my chest. The joy of rebirth transforms into ashes. Becomes nothing. My heart feels like someone took an enchanted silver shovel, smashed it to pieces, scraped out all the flesh and blood, leaving only an empty cavity where cold wind howls through. I break down completely. Demand answers. My parents tell me everything that happened during this timeline. This life, I made the same unforgivable mistakes. Worse, even.

The real kind. Mom smiled. "Then that's enough." "Aren't you worried he doesn't have much money?" I asked carefully. "Dad keeps calling him a broke nobody." She shook her head slowly. "I married your father. I have everything he could give me." She paused. "But I haven't been happy. Not really." She looked at me. "Love is what matters most, Scarlett. Don't overcomplicate it." I kept my eyes on her hand and didn't respond.

“Why? What do they want from me?” Thomas looked away. “They want what should never have existed.” Elias stiffened beside her. Julius, leaning against a bookcase, exhaled sharply. Sheraphina’s voice barely rose above a whisper. “Grandpa… who was my mother?” Thomas flinched. Just a flicker. But she saw it. He closed his eyes. “She was a Vale by marriage. But by blood…” He opened them again, heavy with reluctant truth. “…she was born an Adrastus.”

The combination of prolonging life and helping a specific form grow brought her mother back from the final step that one life took before crossing over. It was extremely painful, Arethusa’s screamed her heart out, while Amalthea sat there, frozen and numb, she recognized that her efforts to win her mother back had succeeded, but she quickly realized that she wanted more. She quickly realized that she wanted revenge. “He was not worth it, mother, he did not deserve you, he did not deserve all our suffering,” Amalthea spoke to her mother that was still crying her heart out in pain. She whispered a command to her wind, it was time.

His mother's threat are just empty words. My mother is gone. There is no bringing her back. She would want me to be happy. I am happy with Dante. Revenge isn't for the dead. It's for the living. It's a way to cope with grief so strong that we can't handle it all at once. We have to concentrate on hating something just so that our hearts don't shatter.

She looked up at Gabriel, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce determination. "I won't marry him," she declared, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. Her mother's face turned red with rage. "You will do as you're told, Ashley! You're nothing but a burden to this family, and this is the best you'll ever get!" Ashley's brothers jeered and catcalled, their cruel words raining down on her like a storm. But she stood firm, her heart pounding in her chest. In that moment, Ashley knew she had to escape. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, no matter the cost. Little did she know, her fate was already sealed, and the journey ahead would be filled with pain, heartb

“My husband and I had been dating since high school; we planned to get married after he graduated from college, but a month before our wedding, I found out that I was pregnant and happily went to inform him but saw him with Amira’s mother, who claimed to be pregnant for him. He broke up with me without thinking and married her. I had to hide my child and secretly raise her until he came back to us a year later, after his wife died. I accepted him back, as I didn't want my child to grow up without a father and a proper status. He has already sent Amira to the countryside because she was born with poor health; everything was fine until she returned a few months ago. She accused me of killing h

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"