Novel & Cerita Revenge Is Best Served Cold

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

But life simply makes its own to give you lessons that would bite your ass later, when I was completely in love, completely excited, to break you from scratch and teach you what is called disappointment, guilt, the sins of another resurfacing to consume everything in its path. Japanese phrases and/or words: "Revenge is better cold.” Italian phrases and/or words: "Would you help me get rid of the corpses?"

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

“He’s right. We move tonight. But we do it smart. We don’t charge in like soldiers storming a fortress. We go quietly, like shadows. Lucas, you know the layout of that old building. You know the security systems Rutherford uses—they are the same outdated models he installed twenty years ago, because he trusts his own secrecy more than modern technology. You said it yourself: he believes he is untouchable. That is his greatest weakness. He thinks no one dares to challenge him, so he will be arrogant… and careless.” Lucas let out a long breath, realizing he could no longer change their minds. A small, proud smile touched his lips. “You sound just like him, you know. Kian taught you well.” “He

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

“Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online! “Otherwise, I’ll stab myself, and when I walk out of here, I’ll tell everyone you all ganged up on me and bullied me! Don’t think any of you will get away with it!” The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was on edge, too afraid to make the first move.

I whispered carefully, “doesn’t wait forever.” I let the word sit between us. I don’t dress it up as justice or closure. I don't pretend it’s noble. I named it for what it is, because I know Clara is intelligent enough to hear it plainly. Revenge, in my framing, is not a tantrum, but it’s timing. “And neither do opportunities.” There’s no threat in the statement. No warning sharpened into an edge. I don't suggest she’ll regret her choice, nor predict her failure if she refuses me.

“I’m not…” “You are. If anyone does anything bad to you, you have to do it back to them! Revenge is your best option for putting your enemies right in their place. It’s the best warning you could give; anything else is beneath you!” “No…” She shook her head “Not at the expense of a person’s life.”

They looked peaceful from here, the streets below moving in rhythm, unaware of what was about to unfold. A soft sound came from the hallway, one of the servants passing by. I didn’t turn. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, and for a moment I barely recognized it. My face looked older, harder. The anger that had once burned brightly had settled into something quieter, more deliberate. People often mistook revenge for passion, but it wasn’t. Passion fades. Revenge endures. It becomes a discipline, a habit that keeps you alive long after reason has gone. *

008 Alora's POV I never believed the saying revenge was a dish best served cold , until now, and I didn't regret it. Not one bit. Before this moment, I always replayed it, over and over in my head, just how Cynthia and Eliaz were going to react when they eventually saw me again. I had made a habit of imagining the shock on their faces, but nothing could compare to this moment. Absolutely nothing. If it wasn't so dark, I would have taken a picture, just for reference.