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I don’t know the whole story but I won’t drag this out. “Why did you cheat on her?” I raised my voice. It was obvious why, I’m hurt and was deceived, so I have all the rights to be angry. He didn’t try to deny it, he’s even shameless to act like he’s a jealous boyfriend! Tears started building inside my eyes. My heart aches so much that I want to tear it out. “I didn’t cheat on her!” Along with his shout was another sound of the angry sky. I let out a disbelief scoff at his response. It made me so angry. The pain I felt was slowly subsiding down and was slowly getting replaced by rage. I can’t even sense he’s sorry for lying to me.

" I Grunted and struggled to get her hands off and eventually I was able to free myself from her. "What have you come over you racheal? What have I done to you this time?" I panted and if looks could kill, I would be roasting now with the death glare she's throwing at me. Somehow, she weirdly looks both angry and hurt. "Oh like you don't know?!" She scoffed angrily. "Stop faking ignorant when you're not. I use to think that Lowell was banging you as his way of getting revenge against your bastard father but I was hell wrong. You'd probably served him some sort of portion for him to digress from his revenge and pleasure you, completely turning his eyes away from me. I mean Lowell had never t

I snapped at the man. "It isn't because of me. She chose this path. She chose to have Revenge." Vladimir retorted. I scoffed, "So did I because it is what everyone else would've done, dumbass. When we are done here, I'm going to make you suck your own dick." And I was not kidding. "Now, where the fuck is Blake?" "Blake? Tell me—my dearest step-son—" he smirked making me frown, "I'm not your step son. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

“Have you seen it? Everyone’s talking about it. She’s done, she's finished for sure and better, she's out of the picture completely!” Jessica arched a brow, keeping her expression cool despite the rush of pride swelling in her chest. “I’ve seen it,” she said, setting her phone down on the armrest. Jamie perched on the edge of the chaise, grinning like a cat that had just found a bowl of cream. “This is it, Jess. We don’t even have to lift a finger now. I've gotten my revenge against that hypocrite. And for you, well, it's clear, Aaron will never look at her the same way again and at all he'll look at her.

Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger. “Well, well. I can’t believe you decided to show up in that outfit today,” she said, eyeing Brooke up and down with a smile obviously fake. “Brave choice.” Brooke didn’t flinch; she knew she would still make enemies and she can’t please everyone but now she couldn’t care less. She brought out a piece of gum and chewed slowly and said, “Didn’t think you’d show up in that much perfume; it seems like you’re hiding a particular stench.”

I wondered what he must have done to make this woman so bitter. “Was he your lover?” I asked. “Mate.” She admitted after a long pause. “So why do you want revenge on him?” She remained silent, unable to meet my gaze. It was then the realization dawned on me. She was supposed to be Tristan’s mate but he had rejected her. He had rejected her without a single sliver of remorse.

Not a giggle or a chuckle, an actual unhinged laugh that echoed around the walls like it belonged in a psych ward. “Let you go?” she echoed, uncrossing her legs and rising to her feet. “Babe, we passed that stage the second you jabbed a fucking knife to my brother’s side. And to think, he was even being nice to you. Ew.” I stared her down. “Well, I wouldn’t have had to stabbed him if he hadn’t kidnapped me.” God, I hate her. I hated this bitch so much, if I could strangle her right this moment, I wouldn’t even hesitate.

Besides that, thinking about how this woman embarrassed their entire family and how much money and power they would need to waste on damage control, Natasha just could not help but feel furious. "Grandpa! Why are you even defending her?!" Natasha pointed rudely at Melody, scowling. "She's just a manipulative country bumpkin! Once Chris divorced her, she just couldn't help wreaking havoc for our family! She was jealous of Talia, so it's very likely that she caused this whole mess today! She's trying to seek revenge on us!" "Hmph, an evil woman like her doesn't have the right to be in our family!"

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.