Revenge For Daddy Novels & Stories

“How dare me?… Your father dared me when he barged into our house and pulled the freaking trigger because my father owed him! If you are wondering who the hell dared me then you should fucking go ask your monstrous father….in the grave. Ignazio’s shoulder tense and something in him shifted at the words of Dylan. His heart clamped and a feeling of guilt steppes in. His grip against Dylan’s collar loosened and he pulled away. Ignazio could not say anything. Not even a word to defend his father. As much as he was boiling and raging from inside. As much as he desired to pull the trigger and blow up Dylan’s freaming skull—he knew his father was not a man of peace. He was a man of injustice. His f

I pointed Red as an answer. “Daddy, how about you? If you saw me being punched and I’m not even fighting back, what are you going to do?” Red courageously asks. “I’m going to get you out of that place.” Daddy replied. “Then, we’re different, daddy. I’m going to have revenge first and let them feel what they did to you before I let you out of that place.” he said. “Sorry, if you got called from work just to come to the school because I saved my brother from being bullied and let those kids taste their own actions.” He sarcastically said.

I eventually let them out. "I swear father!" I cried for some time before stopping and cleaning my eyes, I was grateful Samantha and Jayden didn't interrupt me, I needed to let it all out. I took the key, this was the beginning of my revenge journey. All thanks to my dad, I had acquired lots of wealth not just from him, but from Thompson too. I smiled, I'd definitely watch Thompson Volkov fall. I'd eventually get my revenge on him, Jason Mackenzie, Donovan Salvatore and any other person who stands in my way.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

"Are you crazy? I don't want to get trapped by loan sharks! Who's going to pay the interest? I can't rely on you, do you want to burden me with everything?!" "Then tell the doctor you don't have the money, so the surgery gets canceled, and your mother dies. Simple, right?" My aunt slapped my face and chuckled. I understood; her carefree attitude was a form of revenge because my mother had taken her beloved, who was none other than my late father. But why did she continue to hold onto that grudge until now? I was trapped in this situation, and the words my aunt had said seemed to be the perfect way out to help us.

So useless. Tristan apologized to his father and after many pleas, he conceded and forgave him. We left the old house after dinner. *. *. "Get ready tomorrow. It's Kate's movie premiere. We are invited," He merely said as soon as we got out of the car. Without waiting for my response, he strolled into the house. I followed behind like an obedient dog. He ambled into his room and I also sauntered into mine. "Yes! The second way of getting revenge is to win the best-dressed award tomorrow. I need to let Tristan know that he has lost a jewel while picking stones,"

"He left you in the mud. He threatened to blow up your mother. Victoria framed you. They took everything from you, Loveth. Don't you want to take it back?" I looked at the knife. Then I looked at my father. He saw me looking. He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. He was begging for his life. The man who had circled my mother’s head in a photo was now crying like a baby. Revenge. It tasted like ash in my mouth. I wanted them to pay, yes. I wanted them to go to jail. I wanted them to feel the hunger I had felt. But I wasn't a killer.