Novel & Cerita Ntr Revenge

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the room, leaving Elena lying on the bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. Outside the room, Nathan leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He felt disgusted with himself, but also satisfied. He had taken his revenge in his own way. But he knew this wouldn't end here. There was more he had to do. There was more he had to face, especially to destroy his own Daddy.

"You asked for it." There was no way I would forgive him for what he did. I would get my revenge, and he just handed me the perfect weapon. Horrified, William tried to deny his crime. "It wasn't me! I didn't do anything!" Timothy moved fast. He found out the whole story and called the cops. Then, he came in with them. Fear finally struck William's heart. He grabbed the necklace hanging around Melanie's neck. "Selene, you have to trust me! I didn't do anything! I thought… I thought these jewelry were worth nothing, so I gave them to Melanie! You can have them back!"

HEATHER’S POV The words remained hanging in the dining room after I said them, and for several seconds, none of my brothers responded. Dominic leaned back slowly in his chair, studying me with the same serious expression he used whenever he was assessing a threat. Jermaine's eyes moved between Dominic and me, while Ryder remained unusually quiet. Nobody looked shocked that I wanted revenge. What surprised them was how calmly I had said it. “What exactly do you mean by destroy?” Dominic finally asked, his voice steady.

Peter replied. Aurora fell silent. Darius studied his uncle for a long moment. “And Dante?” he asked. “What role does he play in all of your plans?” Peter leaned back slightly. “Dante is the consequence.” Aurora frowned. “What does that mean?” Peter slowly raised his eyes. “He needs to learn what it means to lose.” The statement made Aurora uncomfortable. “Dante has already lost a lot.” “Not enough.” Peter answered too quickly. Aurora immediately stared at him. “I don’t want revenge anymore.”

Nick’s POV When I woke up, a flood of notifications from Nathan greeted me. My inbox was filled with pictures from different locations, each one screaming of danger. I studied them carefully, feeling every detail. There was something different about the way this organization carried out its revenge. It wasn’t ordinary. Their moves were calculated, deep, widespread, and merciless.

Then I turned back to the traitor my finger hovering around the trigger. “If I wasn’t such a respectable businessman, I would have ended you right here. But I won't give you the pleasure of dying at my hand. You'll get the punishment you deserve from Miguel. I don’t care whose side you’re on, but I have one rule: every traitor must DIE!” “Please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. His desperate pleas only intensified my anger, and I gripped the trigger tighter. Suddenly, I aimed the gun at his leg and fired. He screamed, collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg in agony.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

“Don’t think about it, baby. I promised you will have fun. Let mummy get dressed.” She placed his tablet in his hand, and soon Nate was shouting commands to people on where they should run to and how they were to attack the enemy. It brought a smile to Nita’s face. She dressed in a black sleeveless dress. After all, it was a death anniversary, and she didn’t want to dress flamboyantly. It wasn’t that a joyous celebration. Just as she was putting a finishing touch on her makeup, a soft knock on the door made her look up.

Calisto chipped in. “Yes, exactly; that is the spirit,” Rico exclaimed and teased to bring back the lively situation. He neither liked the event that was occurring now nor the bloodthirsty, revengeful look in Nathan’s cold, demeaning eyes. “This is my fight, guys. Whoever wanted me dead did not like my poor existence. And now they’d know why I am the most fearsome guy now." Nathan grinned heavily, a smirk stuck on his face. A smirk that did not show any good. This time around, it was full revenge! No one who was involved in this would walk away alive!

After wiping a hand over his mouth, he added, “I’m not your revenge plan, Haven. Don’t ever use me like that again.” I nodded immediately and choked out in a raspy voice, “Okay. I’m sorry. I—” He held up a hand, looking regretful. “You don’t have to apologize. I get where you’re coming from. In fact, if I thought your plan would do for you what you actually want it to, I’d be all in. I’d risk strife with my football team and anything Nicholl had to dish out to me afterward. I don’t like him. And I would applaud anyone who could finally put him in his place, but that fucker doesn’t play fair. He will go to any length and cross any line, lines you wouldn’t even dare to consider. He’s not afrai