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The inmate stands on his feet and makes attempt to hit hard on Reuben while Reuben caught his punch and squeezed them until he screamed and beg for help. Reuben, twisted the man fist until a loud crack was heard before he did let go. He threw his hands away and faces the other side without uttering a word. ******* **Skavoskia** Willow cursed out at his breath. He wished his daughter never contest for the position and now here he is with nothing. If actually his daughter, Elena, is taken and killed by the elders for her misconduct then he will be left with nothing as she is his only child. He must do something to save her, Smith dare get back at him using his daughter.

I wonder what made you think that you could live a happy life. How could you be so brazen to think that you deserve anything other than misery in your life. Who do you think you are to deserve that? “Let me call her.” she stepped out to make the call as I sat there waiting. They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement.

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

"He intends to trample over our graves, squeeze the last drop of worth from our bones, and feed it to that ungrateful illegitimate daughter of his!" I nodded. In my previous life, he had succeeded. "Sorry." The apology slipped out of Will. For a moment, I stared, then understood: he was apologizing for nearly strangling me a moment before. "You don't need to apologize," I said, shaking my head. "You're a victim too." He studied me in silence. The tidal rage in his eyes ebbed, settling into a cold, fathomless pool. He opened a drawer and produced another envelope, sliding it across the desk.

The entire tale would be one of a man so desperate, so pliable, that he was the perfect victim for a lonely billionaire—or the perfect individual to perpetrate a long con. As she rode down in the elevator, she leaned against the chill metal wall, a sob welling up in her chest. But she repressed it. There was no going back. The line was crossed. The bridge burned. Her revenge was done, a contained, flawless fire that had consumed everything it touched, even the last remnants of the woman she used to be. She had purchased her children's future with the cost of her past, and the cost was an empty victory that tasted exactly like damnation.

“I think you’re stupid enough to steal from the Delgados.” His finger flexed on the trigger guard. “Tell me why.” “Because you burned my past. Because you stamped ash across everything I loved, and because your notebook might prove it.” She wanted to utter these words so badly, but she didn't. Instead she said, “I wanted to know who I work for.” “Curiosity gets maids fired.” “Bullets splatter,” she reminded. A tense beat. Then he exhaled; frustration, not relief. “Put the book down,” he repeated.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"I just had a very long, very vivid dream. And in that dream, I saw exactly what kind of man you become. I saw the price tag you put on my life." Marcus stepped between us, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. He reached out to touch my shoulder, but I leaned back, my eyes never leaving his. "Ashley?" he asked, his voice wavering for the first time, the confidence of the campus golden boy faltering. I gripped the edges of the sheets tight, I had one thing on my mind; my revenge.

She didn’t look like the women who usually walked through buildings like this. But that didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to belong. She was here for revenge. The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime. The fifteenth floor was even more impressive than the lobby. Glass walls, chrome decorations, and modern paintings lined the corridor. Employees walked past confidently, their voices quiet but focused. Anna sat down in the waiting area, pretending to read a document while her heart pounded inside her chest. Years. It had taken years for her to reach this moment. “Anna?”

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”