Novel & Cerita Revenge And Love

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.”

She sat up on the bed, her head bowed slightly and the dimness of the lampstand made it impossible to see her face clearly. With one flick on the switch, the light came on, reflecting across the room. My eyes landed on her wet and damped face. My heart lurched in my heart as tears trickled down her face. Fingers curled into fist as my heart was drawn to her but my legs stayed glued to the spot. I would have drawn her into a hug if it were months ago when I hadn't carried out my revenge but now things are different, she hates me so much now. She hates me but I don't give a damn. She's all mine. And she's not allowed to think otherwise.

I truly believed my life was over when everything went dark, as if darkness had swallowed me whole, and I was stranded in a place of despair with no hope of rescue. At some point, I gradually regained consciousness and saw Brian hovering anxiously over me. A surge of rage exploded within me as I instinctively pushed him away, feeling a mixture of pain and fury. "They should pay for what they did to us," Nama declared with unwavering determination. Her words began to resonate more deeply within me, and doubt started to fade. I couldn't ignore the truth in her statement any longer. As I lay there, a renewed sense of resolve formed—I was beginning to believe that seeking revenge for what they d

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

"You must be thinking what kind of father would want a man who wronged his daughter to be with her. All I should do is hate you, right?" "You are wrong to have channeled the hatred you have for Georgia and Smith to her, but it's revenge. Revenge can make people do the unthinkable, I understand. When it comes to Ixora, she's my everything. I've seen how deep your love for her is, and I have no doubt in my chest that you will be able to keep her happy. You've grown past your revenge, and that is what matters," he drew in a deep breath. "The heart chooses who it wants. That is something we can't change."

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

The revenge she planned longer than I planned of taking Iris. " And seeing how you begged for him, I am sure, you love him the same. Or do you, Blair? So tell me, Blaire, how does it feel when you love one man and spent your nights in my bed being fucked from behind?" I asked mocking her sinfully, loving the grimace she feels for herself, thinking about how she cheats, the love of her life. See I told you revenge is far more dangerous than anything. It destroys all your rational thoughts. In revenge, you burn yourself more than you burn the person you want to take revenge from.

Eric walked back to his room in tears. He's never been this heartbroken before in his life. He felt so much pain in his heart. He loves Katrina so much, she meant everything to him, she meant the world to him but she doesn't even love him. She's just here on a revenge mission! Eric was starting to feel complete with her but everything is falling apart now. He was so angry and sad right now. He walked to his dressing table and threw everything he could lay his hands on.

I replied " Couldn't you put some sense in me before? If you would have then Gabriella and I would have talked a long time ago. " Excuse me, I tried a millions of times but you were like " No, I need to take my revenge on her. I need to make her pay for everything." he mimicked my tones from the past " Everyone around us can see how madly you both are in love with one another, except for you two. The things you both called hate for one another is not hatred at all. It is love and anger. Not hatred. You both are hurt by someone and now it is time for both of you to figure out who that person is."