Revenge In Romeo And Juliet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I will make sure he will be the next one I send to hell. Romeo Reed. The guy was hell bent on his revenge on whoever murdered his father. He was younger than I had presumed– early twenties. People in that age are ambitious and he was no different. He thinks if he kills Dylan and his loved ones, he’ll establish his name. I have met men like him and sometimes, it’s not just revenge.

My chest heaved, burning with the reminder of why I’d even considered Romano’s deal in the first place. I wanted vengeance. Retribution. I had wanted to crush them all. But hearing it said aloud, dragged back into the open… It broke something raw inside me. Romano leaned closer, his voice lower and smoother, twisting the knife. “If you want it back… come to the suite. Dressed in red.” He turned and walked out, leaving only silence, blood on Jules’ knuckles, and the weight of my past clawing its way out of the grave I’d buried it in.

you insulted me, I planned a revenge, you fallen for me like a fool even after knowing what kind of person I'm, you used me for your fame and name, I used you to fulfill my desires moreover to fulfill my oath, I told you already you yourself will sleep with me, it happened, for that I spent some dollars on you, it's not a big deal for me, because I got my revenge but I can say onething, I was satisfied a lot with you that night, the most wonderful night in my life" viola slapped liam and held his collar while asking "why? what I did to suffer all these? say that you're lying, say that you loves me, speak" liam pushed viola aside and said "you fool I'm not lying, I never loved you, you asked

he continues, “and that’s when everything started to make sense—why my parents hated yours so much. My dad wanted revenge, even though she never did anything wrong. And my mom… she resented your mother, because deep down, she knew my dad never truly got over her. Even after all these years, sometimes I catch him staring off into the distance, and I think he’s drowning in guilt. You know he cried when he found out your mother had died?” “And what good did crying do, after he already tore her marriage apart?” I growl. “He kept going after my company too, stealing from us whenever he could and lying about it—claiming we were the ones doing it. Don’t talk to me about guilt. He’s just an ambitiou

“Do you hear me? I want her crawling, begging, regretting the day she crossed me. She thinks she’s safe because she’s hiding behind Blackwood, but she isn’t. No one humiliates me and gets away with it.” Fiona stared at the mirror in horror, that was her most priced possession! The chair had crashed into one of the mirrors in the house and it shattered into pieces. “Are you out of your mind?! What did you do that for?!” She snapped. Runes ran his fingers through his hair, eyes scanning the room in anger. “Fuck!” He yells. “Do you think throwing tantrums will win back respect? You want revenge? You will do it carefully, quietly, and strategically. Otherwise, you’ll destroy yourself faster than

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Aline's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke to her newfound ally, "I've learned who I truly am, and I won't let anyone stand in the way of claiming what belongs to me." Ethan, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Aline, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Aline nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted upon her by the man she had once considered a father. "I won't let revenge define me, Ethan. But justice must prevail. The man who cast me aside, who sold me like a pawn, he will answer for his sins."

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously