Revenge Daniel And Emily Novels & Stories

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I added, my voice low but sharp enough to make the air in the hallway turn to ice, "always pays its debts. Whether they're paid in blood, or in cash." Ava Russo thought she could take the money and run. She should have known better. Traitors don't get happy endings. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to deal with us. Marco nodded and walked away. Dante didn't follow. He remained by my side, his eyes still on Robin in the monitor. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Regret what?" "Not making him suffer more." For the first time, I let out a real smile. Not a cold one, but one of genuine relief.

"You're insane!" Daniel wants to swing a punch at Alexander. He can never forget how his parents' deaths. Paul, that monster, set up a trap to kill his father just because he covets Daniel's mother. She committed suicide after his father’s death. From that point, hatred is like a poison running inside of his blood vessel, tormenting him day and night. Revenge, is the only way to bring him peace. Alexander sighs and puts his focus on Jeremi again. When he notices Jeremi's eyes, he exclaims. "Look, look how much his eyes look like ours. Oh God, if only he were my son…"

Nicholas swiftly followed behind him. Upon reaching Justin, Mr. Hemsworth's tone turned icy as he demanded, "Where have you been hiding all these years? How dare you let us believe you were dead?" His anger flared, and he lunged at Justin, gripping him by the collar as they locked eyes in a tense confrontation. Remaining silent, Justin maintained a steely gaze at his father, devoid of any discernible emotion. This lack of response further fueled Mr. Hemsworth's anger, prompting him to deliver a resounding slap across Justin's face.

“And now, here you are with a gun pointed at me. Do you want to die a worse death than Dmitry?” Daniel’s face twisted with anger, his grip on his gun tightening. “I don’t care anymore, Emilio. I’m not here for Dmitry or his plans. I’m here for myself,” he spat out the words. “You took everything from me,” Daniel continued, his voice rising. “Sarah was supposed to be mine, but you… you took her. And Grace—she was just collateral in your little power play.” “You think you’re entitled to everything. Contracts, money, women… You believe you can just take what you want. But not Sarah. Not from me.” he added, his words hurling like spitfire at Emilio.

The duality of her life—a mother protecting her child and a woman executing vengeance—was exhausting, yet strangely intoxicating. And yet, in the quiet moments, when Daniel laughed at something trivial or muttered a memory of a past happy day, Emily felt a stab of longing for what might have been, a fleeting ache for the man she once thought she knew. But then she would look at him, really see the man beneath the charm, and the longing would sour into something colder—anger, disgust, determination.

Linda’s p.o.v I got to Daniel’s house and knocked angrily on the door. His sister, Emily opened the door with tears in her eyes. “Haven't my brother suffered enough for loving you?” Emily asked, her eyes filled with a mix of hate and anger. I stared at her in confusion, wondering what she was on about. “Em, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Where’s Daniel?” She wiped her tears. “All Daniel has ever done is to love you wholeheartedly and this is how you repay him? This is how you thank him for the love he showered on you even when your mate didn’t even want someone useless like you.”

The weight of Daniel's cruelty pressed down on her, a constant reminder of the loss of her favorite person, taken away forever by his brutality. A fire ignited within her—an anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface. For the first time, the thought of Daniel didn't fill her with fear; instead, it fueled a burning desire for revenge. She wanted him to feel the same anguish she endured, to suffer as she did. The idea of Daniel—his face twisted in anger—was all-consuming. If he approached her with such rage, she would be ready to retaliate.

This exceeds all I could have dreamed of. Langley said, "There's more. Several years ago, Daniel Reyes worked for us and she’s a person who reports everything immediately she sniffs illegal activities. She intended to expose Dorian after learning about some of his dishonest behavior.” I sense the blood flowing away from my face. "What happened to her?”

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"