Revenge After Prison：never Forgiven Novels & Stories

Remember, lions don’t fear the hunt…they are the hunt. Evelyn smiled faintly, tucking the phone away. She stepped to her window, gaze slicing through the skyscrapers toward the Blackwood tower in the distance. For a heartbeat she imagined Adrian standing there, looking back. Maybe forgiveness, when it came, wouldn’t arrive as surrender… but as a transaction neither of them understood yet. Whatever it was, she would negotiate it on her own terms. Because revenge could scorch a future as easily as it scorched a past and Evelyn Hartman intended to walk through both fires untouched.

“Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez, for giving me the chance to prove my integrity.” I nodded. He bowed. “W-what is he talking about?” Javier stammered. “He’s saying we planned everything against you,” Mateo replied calmly. “No… no… that’s impossible!” Javier screamed. “Take him away,” Mateo ordered. The officers dragged him out. “I won’t spare you, Alejandro!” Javier shouted. “I will take my revenge!” I scoffed. Revenge after fifty years in prison? I doubt it. I took a deep breath, adjusted my jacket, and walked out.

"I got you out of prison to exert revenge on Oscar Williams! And like I promised, I'm going to help you achieve that. You want him to suffer right? You want him to pay for putting you in jail, while he patrols as an innocent man...you want that, don't you?" Althea balled her fists... Her face contoured with anger. " Yes.. I want him to suffer. I want him to pay.." She Said lowly. Phoenix clicked his tongue. " No! That doesn't feel like someone who wants a revenge. I don't feel the passion? Where is the anger? Where is the hate?" As he spoke, his voice grew deeper. In a flash, she recalled everything right from the moment she agreed to his request, her jail experience and how he abandoned her

Let them believe justice had been served. Some fires, I thought darkly, burned hotter in containment. And revenge, like hatred, was patient. How I was treated won't be forgiven so easily. If I have my way, I will end Beth Matthews and her spawn. She took everything from me, and I want a pound of flesh.

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.”

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.