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Norman informed me. "Don't scare me like that," I glared at him. "That won't happen." I muttered. "I'm just saying," He shrugged nonchalantly. "You never know what can happen." He was undeniably correct, yet at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. All I cared to focus on right now was the certainty that Yvette would regret the day she was born once I chose to enact my revenge. My retribution would be served exceptionally hot and spicy.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

"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

I may have inadvertently aroused the anger he had worked so hard to conceal, but that was better than I couldn't justify myself. Furthermore, he should have apologized to me for dragging me into trouble. I didn't say this, he must have understood when he looked into my calm eyes. “So I deserve it?” Duane used the last bit of composure to ask me. "That's right," I said without hesitation, "it was you who stole the mafia's drugs, not me." “But I gave it to you to hide!” "So what? I'm still not the one to steal them." I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life.

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

I moved back and whispered, showing no expressions, ignoring them. "By the way, did it feel good to see me disgraced?" I asked nonchalantly, taking my phone from my bag. He turned to me again filled with mixed emotions of heartbreak and repentance. His lips began to tremble slightly as he gave me a pleading look not to talk about it. “Please don’t say this.” He whispered sorrowfully. "What? You are the one who wants revenge." I shrugged my shoulders, almost walking out of the room so they wouldn't think wrongly about us but stopped when he said that.

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.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

It was a first. This was the first time he was angry with Nita. “Because we can't afford it, Nate. Collecting something this expensive from stranger is wrong.” Her voice was cool as if she was teaching him about moral. But Nate glare only hardened deeper. “But Uncle Nick isn't a stranger, he's my daddy.” She looked at Nick. Finally, he had succeeded in turning her son from her, but when she looked at him. There was no look of triumphant on his face.

Walter unlocked the steel door. ‎ ‎"No phones in here. Please place them on the table." ‎ ‎"Why?" Maria asked. ‎ ‎"If they're listening..., there listening through our devices." Everyone silently placed their phones in a signal jamming case. Only then did Walter project the recovered document onto a large screen. The burned page appeared, scared by flames. ‎ ‎Project Phoenix ‎Bloodline Verification ‎Transfer Approved ‎Replace ‎Micheal stared at the screen. "The word 'replace' over there keeps bothering me."