Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

I am eager to reclaim what was taken from me and rewrite the path of my destiny. The first step is done. My revenge has only just begun. The Davis family will soon realize that they underestimated me— I’m a woman who was given the chance to be reborn, armed with beauty, resilience, and a burning desire for justice!

Nevertheless, she steeled herself and firmly grasped his hand, dragging him out into the torrential rain. In the midst of the downpour, Ember dragged Ivan's limp body towards the nearby dumpster. The deserted streets offered no witnesses to her act of retribution. Her words, barely audible over the pounding rain, held the weight of her warning. "I told you I would kill you if you tried to touch me again," she muttered to herself, her voice laced with a desperate thirst for justice. The darkness within her craved his blood, and if given the opportunity, she would have reveled in bathing herself in it to cleanse the remnants of his touch from her body. If only she held the power to exact her r

He had only been taking advantage of her loyalty. "Bastard," Emma muttered hoarsely as tears streamed down her face, mixing with the mascara running from her eyes. Her mind, clouded by alcohol and heartbreak, had completely lost its reason. She wanted revenge. She wanted to prove to Zane that she could walk away too. That she wasn't so cheap and so easy to play with forever. Emma tossed her phone onto the bar counter. The screen remained lit, displaying a job search page and an article she had come across a few days earlier. But this time, a pop-up advertisement caught her blurred gaze.

Ingrid's POV I froze mid step. Imani was already crossing the lobby toward me. No coat, still in yesterday's clothes, the look of someone who had been inside so long they'd forgotten there was an outside. And she was smiling. The kind of smile that took over her whole face made her look like herself again. "Where are you going? Didn't you come to see Yara?" I opened my mouth. My mind went somewhere very fast and came back with something. "Ahhh... yes, but I got a call. The vineyard. One of the fermentation tanks — the temperature is off, and if we lose this batch—"

Each face represented a target in her quest for retribution, and the intensity of her determination could be seen in her calculating eyes. Emily's eyes burned with a vengeful satisfaction as she thought through her twisted plan. Her plan was so perfect that it was going to work without a doubt. The idea of seizing the Danvers empire, the very source of their wealth and influence, was the pinnacle of her revenge. It was a very thoroughly crafted scheme, the perfect retaliation for the perceived injustice her mom had suffered at the hands of the Danvers.

She had to find a way to let it go and that is by speeding her revenge. Emine's mind began to race with thoughts of revenge. She knew that she couldn't forgive Aiden until she had her revenge. She wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her. She began to think of ways to get back at him, ways to make him pay for what he had done. She knew that it wasn't the right thing to do, but she couldn't help herself. The thoughts of revenge consumed her. Suddenly Aiden moved his two fingers, Emine hurriedly called the doctor. The doctor said he will wake up in an hour. Emine quietly left the room

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

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.

He always took initiative but Mayra tried to prevent any emotions as she wasn’t sure of how this may go. ‘Maybe they will accept me now…” Mayra thought. *********** Hello there... Dear lovely readers, Revenge is not always what we think it to be. We might overestimate the power of satisfaction gained by revenge on someone but deep within ourselves, we know our emotions are never healed by them. Any views? Don't forget to share :)