Revenge Forged In Prison Novels & Stories

Which meant— Victor had started approaching Dante not long after the man got out of prison. “He deliberately waited until Dante was completely broken first,” Peter muttered quietly. “Then he offered him a way out.” Aurora immediately looked up. “Does Dante know any of this?” “No.” Peter’s answer came without hesitation. “And that’s the most dangerous part.” Because Dante thought he was being helped. When in reality— Victor was only using him as a tool for revenge. The call ended a few minutes later. And the atmosphere in the room grew even heavier afterward. Aurora slowly walked toward the large window in the living room.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

"I need time to think about it." After the journalist left, I sat alone in my cell contemplating whether revenge against my family was worth giving up any chance of reconciliation. The truth was that I still felt the same jealousy and resentment that had motivated my original betrayal. Prison hadn't changed my fundamental nature - it had just taught me to hide it better. "Sterling, what are you going to do?" my cellmate asked. "Are you going to sell your family's secrets to that journalist?" "I don't know. Part of me wants revenge for how they've treated me. But another part realizes that revenge would only make my situation worse."

You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay. Sharon's chest tightened. Finally! A chance for revenge. "But as it is often said in another land, a person who seeks revenge must dig two graves. One for themselves and one for their enemies." Sharon's fingers curled into fists. "I plan to dig three. One for myself, one for my enemies, and one for the friends of my enemies! Send me back my Goddess! I will make them all wish they were never born!" "Very well. To make it bearable for you I will lock your past life from you until you are ready for your revenge."

Gabriel Long died. At this point, I generally understood a few things: Members of that family are cold and sinister, Dani is equally shrewd, and while the family always wished for his death, he has been waiting for an opportunity to strike back and get his revenge. "He has been waiting for a chance to take revenge on the Long family. But after decades of looking, he still hadn't found his opportunity and was finally unable to stay idle any longer. So, he ended up stealing the Long family's core information to sell and used all of the money to buy scattered stocks of the family's enterprise.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

She would fight back, and she would survive. The next morning, Ashley woke up with a start, her body aching from the brutal beating she had endured the night before. She slowly sat up, her head spinning, and looked around the unfamiliar room. The opulent decor and lavish furnishings only served as a cruel reminder of her new prison. As hunger pangs began to gnaw at her stomach, Ashley mustered the strength to get out of bed and make her way downstairs. Her legs trembled beneath her, and each step felt like a Herculean effort.

Slowly, the vulnerability burns away, replaced by something rigid and cold and my resolve strengthens back, the heat in my core hardens into a sharp, icy focus. I am going to spend life entirely differently this time around, it doesn't matter what obstacles this new life brings my way, and it doesn't matter how twisted Valerie's reality turns out to be. From this moment forward, I will be playing it completely by my rules and no one else is going to dictate my steps, and no one else is going to make me a victim again. I just need to know how it works around here first, to study the layout of this prison and the players inside it but revenge I absolutely must get even if I have to use my very

He buried his head in his hands and cried out painfully, "What can I do? My son's still in the hospital waiting for me to get the money to save him! I can't just let him die!" I knew that the time was right. I said, "If you let me go, I'll pay for your son's surgery and even write you a letter of forgiveness so you can get out of prison and see your son sooner." Steve paused mid-sob, then looked at me. "Will you really do that?" I quickly nodded. Just as he was about to cut the ropes that were binding me, Yves and his parents suddenly looked up from the stacks of money. Seeing that Steve was about to free me, they rushed toward him, and a fight broke out between them.

So full of revenge. The first place I went after getting out of prison was St. Mary Magdalene’s Children’s Home. I’d spent twelve years there. I don’t know why I thought seeing Sister Agnes—the woman who raised me—would fix something inside me. She didn’t. She looked at me the same way she always had. With judgement. With sermons about forgiveness. With the same warning. You attract trouble, Rhea. I would do anything to see Victor and Elara Hale fall the way I did. That will be my peace. My freedom. I’ve spent my life swallowing forgiveness while they destroyed everything I loved.