Revenge After Prison：never Forgiven Novels & Stories

Since then she has again disappeared. The more I thought about it, my heart and mind agreed that we should forgive Badar. But not before we have some fun. Let him think that I haven't forgiven him yet. Let him struggle to get me to forgive him. Let him feel the pain that I felt. Let me get some revenge for what he did to me. Well not harmful revenge but little harmless revenge. **Badar's pov**

He sighed as he leaned back and settled his red orbs on me. " Revenge has never been something I take to heart, I mean we should learn to forgive and just move on. I know I was used and rejected five years ago, but look at me right now, I have a steady job, a kid to take care of and friends who expect more from me. I can't just throw all these away in the name of revenge which could end me up jail or somewhat worst, death. I can't die now, especially not without watching my baby girl become way better than me in life. "

Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. Jasmine ➡ Just listen to yourself.. I'm ashamed of you.. Tell me when you made those people pay, did the pain and hurt go away? Did it? Revenge doesn't make the pain go away.. Even if you kill this man, the pain won't go away.. Just look how your life has turned out.. You're married to me and the gods has blessed us with two lovely kids, you have a good home and People that love you.. What else is better than this.. And the man you want to kill, just look how weak and frail he is.. Remember in life.. What you reap is what you sow.. Don't take revenge my love.. Just forgive the man and move on.. Okay?

“If you’re so brave, go get revenge on the person who actually did it.” Vivian’s teeth ground. Rage surged so fast she almost saw red. She wanted to grab them and shut their mouths herself. More inmates started drifting closer, sensing entertainment. Their voices stacked on top of each other, the same ugly chorus. “That’s her. A total loser.” “What’s she going to do from inside prison?” “I heard the person who killed her grandpa is already out. Nothing happened to her.” “Of course. She’s protected.” “Yeah. Mr. Reynolds’s people don’t go down.”

I had to be happy for her. My thoughts went to the two people that had caused her death. It’s been three years since they had been sentenced to prison, and I had had the chance to visit them once. All Raymond kept asking for was forgiveness. He talked about how he had realized all he had done, and it was a mistake. And he just wanted to be forgiven. But I had no forgiveness to give out. All I had was hatred. Hatred for how he took Theresa away from me. Jasmine on the other hand, was barely holding on. I was told that she wasn’t getting along with her fellow inmates and so she gets beat up every single day or every chance they get.

"I heard you escaped from prison, and I knew you'd come back to me with your manipulative tactics. Thanks by the way for finally admitting to all your crimes. I have that on record now. And for trying to escape the country? That's another charge." "Vivian!” They dragged him away screaming. I watched calmly, feeling nothing. After everyone left, I stood alone in my penthouse with my sleeping twins. Everything was finally in place. I should feel victorious. Instead, I felt empty. Revenge wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Three days passed, and I couldn't get rid of the emptiness in my heart, until I got a text from Adrian.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

“Please… I didn’t do anything to her. I will never ever talk to her. I was wrong, please forgive me.” “Couldn’t you see she was a child? At your big age?! What did you want to do with a kid?” “I don’t know what got over me-“ “You will know what got over you when you get to prison. Your bloody full.” “Please I am begging you. I have a family and-“ “You even have a family? Now they will know what kind of a man you are.” “Please forgive me. I was wrong. I will never ever talk to her or any child for that man. Please forgive me. I have deleted her number.”

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.”

I paused, then turned and asked my assistant for a lighter, and lit one corner of the paper. The flame consumed the words. The ashes scattered in the wind, like our past, now reduced to dust. I didn't forgive him. Never. But I won. I looked down at the city that had once tried to consume me. Now, it lay at my feet. I was the queen here, and that man was merely a stain on my crown, easily wiped away. Meanwhile, in the maximum-security wing of Rikers Island. The solitary cell had no windows. Only suffocating silence filled it.