Novel & Cerita Revenge Forged In Prison

Everything I had was stripped away from me. I thought I would never survive but I did. Now the time has come for my revenge. I won't stay silent and let him go free. He will face the consequences for his actions and I won't rest till that day. "You are released", said the sneering guard. I felt my eyes blaze at his tone. He would be dead if my father was alive. I looked at the hard marks of chains on my hands and legs. Those chains were made of silver and put on me by human labourers I cried in pain the first time the sliver touched my skin. Now it doesn't hurt me. It only fuels my anger. I would soon kill him. But I have to know where he was.

"Because watching you face manufactured charges with dignity while I spent my own legal troubles lashing out showed me something about character I'm still learning." "I'm not sure I understand." "You changed, Blake. Actually changed. Served your time, accepted responsibility, rebuilt your life around helping others. When Morrison's revenge hit, you fought back without becoming bitter or vindictive. You coordinated defense, supported your family, maintained integrity." Wakes moved toward the door. "I went to prison angry at everyone at you, at Aloe, at the system. But you went to prison and came out better. That deserves respect. And protection."

"You were never an Angel, Scarlett. You were just his favorite prisoner. This? This is you finally speaking for yourself." "It feels bigger than revenge," I muttered, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart, fast and steady, the sound of a man who was finally winning his life back. "It feels like we’re making sure he can never do this to anyone else. No more framing people. No more private prisons in Switzerland."

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

"Richard Valmont could have exposed the full scope of Vincent's theft, which would have resulted in a much longer prison sentence. Instead, he allowed the case to proceed with only the minimum evidence necessary for conviction. This act of mercy would later become the foundation for Vincent's revenge." Sarah's voice became more intense as she continued. "After serving his prison sentence, Vincent Reeves was released five years ago. What authorities didn't know was that he had spent his entire time in prison planning an elaborate revenge against the Valmont family." The screen switched to show photos of Logan Martinez and my cousin Gregory.

Not now. As I reached my room and closed the door behind me, I allowed a small, bitter smile to play on my lips. They didn't know the truth yet, but they would when I started biting them like bees. All of them would pay for what they did. Being transferred back in time had given me a second chance, and I intended to use it to exact the revenge they all deserved. This time, they would all face the consequences.

She would survive this. And one day, she would make him pay for everything he had taken from her. Walking to the window, she stared out at the city lights again. They seemed colder now, less alive. But they reminded her of one truth: she was still here. She had not been defeated yet. And as long as she drew breath, her revenge would remain. This was not the end—it was only the beginning.

Daphne asked, I relunctantly lifted my gaze from Damon and turned to her, I held my bag up to my shoulder and fully turned to look at her, with my hands folded across my chest. “I might want to get revenge, but I don’t want to spend my lifetime doing that,” I muttered in reply, she nodded slowly whispering something that I barely heard, I slowly turned back to look at Damon but his gaze was still on me, I raised my eyes at him tilting my head to the side, he swallowed hard and slowly looked away from me, “Do you really want to do this?! We loathe your family so much,” he said, I scoffed as a small wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips,

I hurt them by coming here without saying anything to them and my god had punished me for hurting my family. I could not go back to them now. Though I was sure that they would be angry with me but would accept me back in their lives I had a lot of self-respect and could not go back like this. One day, I would go back but only when I achieve something good in my life. I didn't want them to think of me as a complete failure. I was the best chef in my college, I could work as a chef in some multi-cuisine restaurants. And once I become successful and earn money and fame, I can go back.