Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

They had always used every opportunity to humiliate her, and now it's time for payback. "Snow, what are you doing?" Viola's lips trembled, shifting back on her butt on seeing Snow was only coming towards her. "Revenge," Snow replied until Viola had nowhere to move again. Aurelio chose not to interfere as he watched her. He wanted to know what she could do. "You can't do this to me. Stay back, don't come any closer!" Viola screamed. "Why shouldn't I? You never stayed back. I tried to avoid you, yet you aimed to keep hurting me."

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.

What enraged her most was how Emily had begun the call—making it seem like she was in danger, only for it to turn out to be a ruse. Seething, Samantha vowed that while she might not be able to deal with Emily now, one day—when the twins' attention was elsewhere—she would make her suffer in the worst way imaginable. "You don’t need to deal with her," Kimberly said smoothly. "Oh, I will. You can’t protect her forever," Samantha retorted. "I’ll take my revenge. I’ll reclaim every drop of blood I lost saving her pathetic life. She will pay for everything—every single dime."

I sniffed back my tears, lifting my head to look at my babies through the glass again, right before Alec added, “Who did this, and tell us what you want.” My fists clenched as I remembered the sound of guns laced with wolfsbane being fired at me. The smile on Brandon’s face as he watched me fall off the cliff. The way Emily betrayed me beyond words, lying about me in front of everyone. They not only endangered my life but now the lives of my babies. I can’t forgive them for that. They have to pay. “I want to see them suffer for what they did to my babies,” I said, clenching my fists. “I want to watch them burn, watch them beg and fight for their lives just like my babies are doing right now.

Every flicker of life in Henry is gone. Revenge is sweet. Emma—this was for you. And for every girl who had to survive the horrors we were never meant to endure.

“Tell me, how does it feel? Now that you’ve gotten your revenge? Now that you’ve killed the man who sold you? Are you satisfied? Are you free?” Nyx said nothing. The hollow place in her chest provided answer enough. “That’s what I thought,” Evander continued. “Revenge is like poison, little wolf. It eats you from the inside out. By the time you realize what it’s cost you, there’s nothing left but a shell.” “Spoken like a man who’s made a career of poisoning others,” Nyx shot back.

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

She took a deep breath and threw caution to the winds. “I, Chavonne Smith, would like to report my mother and homeroom teacher, Mrs. Smith, for soliciting bribes and gifts from the students and their parents multiple times.” The gym exploded into a furor. Mrs. Smith stumbled and collapsed to the floor. What could be worse than having her own daughter expose her? She widened her eyes in disbelief, and there was nothing she could say to clear her name. “What is the meaning of this, Chavonne? You’re my daughter. My own daughter! What did I do to deserve giving birth to a traitor like you?!”

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.