Novel & Cerita Revenge And Love

When their daughter, Debbie, begged for her life, he made her call her older brother, Dylan. She had lied to him—told him their parents had a fight and that he needed to come home immediately. Dylan, of course, didn’t suspect a thing. He rushed home. But the moment he stepped into the building, the elevator cable snapped, and it plunged from the 18th floor. At the same time, Debbie was thrown off the rooftop. All this because of one man’s twisted revenge.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

My stomach rumbled with flutters and tinglings and I hate to feel this way, or maybe, I don't want to admit that I enjoy this feeling with the man I'll kill soon. I just… I looked at him once again, and raised an eyebrow. He placed his hand on my head and scattered the snow that hung on the strands and released a curly smoke into the air. “You know what, this was a mistake?” I yanked his hand away and headed back into the darkness and my chest was consumed with guilt and agony. The feeling of revenge is overwhelming, most especially when it contends with love… But then, without warning, a car just stopped before me. Before I could do anything to escape,a bag was covered on my head and I was

“I’m not doing this so you can thank me. I’m doing this out of love. And I don’t need anything in return.” His voice deepened. “All I want is for you to get everything they ever took from you. For you to be happy. For you to get your revenge. And for them to be miserable. Penniless. Out on the streets. With nothing.” There was venom in his voice. Pure and sharp. It startled me....and thrilled me. “Hey,” I murmured, touched and slightly breathless. The way he spoke about Ryan and his family... the hatred in his voice, the protectiveness—it was overwhelming.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

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."

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

The blood on his face had already been washed away, leaving him staring blankly into nothing. "Ice," Andrew called softly, walking to stand beside him. Axel didn’t move. Andrew tried to see what Axel was staring at, but all he could make out was the the distant city lights. "Maybe a stupid question… but how do you feel?" Yes, he had finally taken revenge. But that still didn't change him. He was still cold and distant. It didn't really heal him. A small, misty breath escaped Axel. That tiny sign said more than words ever could.

“I was jealous. You said what you felt. I stayed silent and let people walk all over me just to feel loved. I bent to everyone who I felt was nice and had my best interest at heart thinking it was Love.” My voice trembled. “When I have love from my brother, my family… and that's the reason I'd fight to survive. And now—” I lifted my chin. “Welcome home, brother. I love you. And I’d do anything—literally anything—for you.” I wiped at my eyes. “Oh, and don’t get comfortable,” I added with a weak smile. “More fights now that you’re back. But we’ll fight together—as family, friends, and business partners.”

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