Novel & Cerita My Sweet Revenge Book

SWEET REVENGE. XENIA'S POV. I shouldn't be a mess in my second life after the first was filled with hatred and manipulation. My past life's traumas still fuel my hatred, and the turmoil within me is palpable. I stood in the garden, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, my gaze lingering on each bloom. A sly smile spread across my face as I savored the sweet taste of revenge. A gentle breeze rustled the flowers, and I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. My head snapped up, my eyes scanned the garden, and that's when I saw him. Rico. My mate, My enemy.

He seldom handed her the books they read because he wanted to have an excuse to stay with his mother, but as she skimmed the new chapter, she realized Owen wanted her to read the sex scenes out loud. “This is a dirty trick,” Regina sneered at Owen, and he grinned mischievously. “I don’t remember those words being part of that chapter.” “I’m not talking about the chapter, and you know it.” “What are you talking about, dear?” Mrs. Bennet asked. “I think it’s time we went outside for our walk,” Regina said after she closed the book. “Oh,” Mrs. Bennet’s face fell. “I wanted to hear what happened. It was getting to the good part.”

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

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The woman snickered, this was also her revenge, the Harts had wronged her, and it was only sure that they payed for what they did to her. Oh. The Harts, she couldn't wait for her revenge, it would be sweet. Oh, was revenge ever sweet?

“Now this boils down to the question Sophia asked you back at the café. How about you make your own choice? Those people have treated you wrongly, and you know it. They need to pay, and you can do something about that.” I rested back in my chair and crossed my legs, the motion casual, the body language of a man who’d rehearsed this delivery. Her face changed, the calculation was visible now, a map of the gears turning behind her eyes. That particular look told me I’d struck the right nerve: pain softened by opportunity, anger polished by the scent of revenge. All I needed now was a few seconds. Let her debate quietly with herself; let the hatred bloom so bright it eclipses any rational fear.

Chapter 175 Arya's POV Revenge did not feel the way I once imagined it would. For the last few years of planning it, I thought it would taste sweet and satisfying. I thought watching Derek suffer would heal something broken inside me. I thought seeing Cassidy lose everything would somehow erase the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering why I was never enough for the people I loved. But sitting across from Milo in the quiet living room of my apartment, I realized revenge was not sweet at all. It was heavy, like carrying wet clothes against your skin for too long.

Yet, as she finished speaking, wiping the tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, something extraordinary happened. The hollow devastation in her eyes didn't linger. It burned away, replaced by that same lethal, blinding light I had seen in the dining room. The fire in her heart, forged in the ashes of her family's betrayal, blazed right back to life. She reached down, unzipped her handbag, and pulled out the thick, leather-bound folder she had retrieved from the hidden safe. She laid it on the coffee table between us, tapping her index finger against the aged leather.