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he walked towards her, making her realise she spoke the words out aloud, his reply confused her even more leaving her frustrated with no answers “Revenge.” “It can turn the most righteous man to the villain, it can ruin lives just like I will ruin yours, darling.”

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

“Victor isn’t helping Dante out of loyalty.” The old man’s gaze fell on Mr. Blackwood’s old photograph sitting in the corner of the desk. “He wants revenge on the Blackwood family through Dante.” And that was far more dangerous than merely a desperate man who had lost his ex-wife. Because now— someone was deliberately pushing Dante deeper into destruction. Peter immediately grabbed his phone and called Darius. The call connected a few seconds later. “I found the person helping Dante,” Peter said without preamble. Darius’s expression immediately sharpened. “Who?”

But one thing was certain. Someone was watching her. And this was only the beginning. Anna remained still after the door closed. For a moment, the silence in the room felt heavier than before. Something about the conversation disturbed her. David Orlov was not the kind of man who revealed his intentions easily. Every word he spoke seemed carefully measured, every glance calculated. She slowly exhaled and looked down at the documents in her hands. This was only the beginning. If she wanted revenge, she would have to step deeper into the world of the Orlov family.

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

I murmured over my shoulder. I stepped out of the study and closed the door behind me. Only then did I allow myself the luxury of a smile. He had no idea, none of them did. They had just let in the woman who would end their lives, and Jason in particular was the one I was saving for last. Jason was the one who would taste the full extent of my revenge. He was the one who would bleed the longest. I would not give him death’s mercy. No. I would hollow him out from the inside day by day, until his own reflection repulsed him. I would kill his mind until sleep became terror and waking became worse.

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too