Revenge Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

The hope of revenge had become her only solace—a dark, driving obsession. Suzanne craved not merely revenge but ruin. She longed to see Davey stripped of pride, forced to plumb the depths of despair and finally admit the gravity of his wrongs. The very notion of his surrender, of his recognition that he had lost something irreplaceable, fueled a fire inside her that refused to be quenched. Suddenly, a faint sound disturbed the night—a subtle footfall on the gravel behind her. Suzanne stiffened, the wind momentarily ceasing its play with her hair.

she declared. I was heartbroken when I heard this, and that was when Evonne pushed me off the sidewalk and into traffic. Immediately after that incident, I was reincarnated to the day I bought Evonne a piano. She was glaring at me with disdain. "If you don't want to buy it, just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this." I let out a dismissive scoff. "Am I the one who's humiliating you, or are you the shameless one? You beg for food but complain that it's cold. You're worse than those stray dogs on the streets. At least they show gratitude after getting scraps."

Stop right there! Estel opened her eyes in reaction to his comments, and the green flames within were filled with cold scorn. "I haven't lost anything, Mr. Jensen." She cut across what he was about to say with lethal coldness. Pride is something that will never be lost on me. There's no way your actions could ever damage it. But even as she spoke, her mind screamed the wordless litany that she had lost her pride! Indeed, she had! 'Oh, I know I'm not at fault for it,' he said with a dry drawl. "It's what you've done that you're discovering so hard to live with."

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

That way, everyone would be entitled to big fat bonuses at the end of the year so that they could celebrate their New Year holidays happily. It turned out that my subordinates all viewed the sales performance that I had put great effort into achieving as nothing but results I had yielded from selling my body to other clients. They weren't grateful to me at all. Instead, they all looked down on me disdainfully. In fact, when I was slandered in my previous life, not only did those male colleagues not defend me, but they also sabotaged me.

Each of them had pursued their own selfish desires, yet all they ended up with was nothing. I confronted my mother one last time, asking how it felt to dote on a daughter who was nothing more than evidence of her husband's infidelity. If only she had treated me with kindness, I might have cared for her in her old age. But greed and selfishness clouded her judgment, leaving her to reap the bitter fruits of her actions. After the law served justice for their crimes, I exacted revenge for the pain they had inflicted on me in my past life. It took twenty years to complete this vendetta, but now, my future was bright and unburdened.

The reason why he was one of the sought-after bachelors here in the country. "Revenge? I am. I will surely get my revenge on those who ruined my life." He said in a cold voice. I shivered from the coldness of his voice. I was a bit scared for Anne. Now, I understand why Anne was so desperate to stop me from meeting him today. "Revenge brings no good to people. I hope you'll reconsider your plan." I said bravely. I was never a fan of revenge. For me, revenge makes the worst in the person because it nurtures the hatred in your heart. Hatred will never give you peace. The best revenge for me is to move forward and be happy.

she says into my hair. "I hope so," I murmur back. "Trust me, revenge is a dish best served ice cold," she says with a wicked grin. "And you, my friend, are about to serve it at the perfect temperature."

Caiden asked. Clara didn’t like the idea of waiting a long time to get revenge, she didn’t feel patient right now. She thought about the portrayals of revenge she had seen in popular media. Some people waited a very long time to get revenge and the phrase ‘revenge is a dish best served cold' was often thrown around. She could wait a while so she could perfect her revenge against everyone who had driven her to death. “That’s fine as long as I eventually get revenge,” she replied.

“How many times do you want to ruin me?" When will your revenge be fulfilled, Mark? "What is revenge? Are you conscious Anna?” Mark laughed and shook his head. "Revenge is best served cold, Anna. You should know that by now." He smiled. "But don't worry, I'm not revenge-minded." "You ruined Maha, and now you're bent on ruining me." Maha's truth was revealed to Anna, so now she was openly speaking with Mark. “Oh great. If you all know, I don't think you need to argue.”