Revenge Is Like The Sweetest Joy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

He gave me a small, knowing smile, then told his men to escort my former friend out. I watched her go—defeated again. And still, all I felt was bitterness sitting heavy on my tongue. “You know,” I said quietly, forcing a faint smile, “the aftertaste can ruin even the sweetest first impression.” “That’s inevitable,” he replied. “Revenge feels sweet at first. Then the bitterness sets in—and that’s what stays with you.” “I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” I crossed my arms. “I’ll never regret putting that bitch in her place. If not me, then who?”

Her eyes filled with pain, and her words knocked the air from my lungs. "What are you going to gain after you kill him?" I stiffened. What did she mean? "I’ll get closure," I exhaled. "I’ll kill the murderer of my parents. And that will be justice." She smiled gently, reaching up to cup my face. "You think revenge will give you peace?" I stared at her. Of course, it would. Wouldn’t it? "Eve, I am happy." Her thumb brushed against my cheek. The same way she always did when I was a child.

~Liam’s POV~ She was so happy when I told her that I am sorry for all I did and told her that I want to start over. She was scared when I mentioned the cliff lol. I drove to the cliff and all this time I was holding Cassie’s hand with one of my hand and driving with the other. I was so happy. I finally thought of something else apart from my revenge. I feel so different, all these years all I’ve been thinking about is how to make Marcus beg for mercy and blah, blah, blah.

They used to ask me many questions about her, and I used to tell them all about my mother. I want her memory to be carried on through the family. That is why I like to give them the art. The pieces are timeless. They are also worth a lot of money. My mother's jewelry will be split between Bella and Norma. I want all of them to remember her like I will never forget her. I like them to tell their children one day about her, about how my own father and his girlfriend murdered her. I want them to know about how awful they were. I also like my grandchildren to remember how beautiful she was. I had my revenge, and I understand it was not what I suspected it should be. I thought it would give me cl

It serves him right. Who knew revenge could feel this good?

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

I think about it before I answer. “Her position,” I say. “Her choices. The way she moves. The way she reacts.” Jane narrows her eyes a little. “That sounds like analysis,” she says. “It is,” I reply. “And not revenge?” she asks. “No,” I say. Jane studies me for a moment longer. “She’s going to try to make you feel small,” she says finally. I nod. “Yes,” I say. “She always does.” “And you’re still going?” she asks.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault!" "What? It's obviously your fault! I was on Mr. Leeds' side! You're the one who convinced me to believe Yves, saying that his major was in Food Safety, so he's smarter and more trustworthy than Mr. Leeds! Look what happened! I was the one who was tricked!" "Don't even mention that asshole Yves! He's probably hiding with his parents somewhere!" "If I ever catch him, I won't let him off the hook!" Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees.

I truly believed my life was over when everything went dark, as if darkness had swallowed me whole, and I was stranded in a place of despair with no hope of rescue. At some point, I gradually regained consciousness and saw Brian hovering anxiously over me. A surge of rage exploded within me as I instinctively pushed him away, feeling a mixture of pain and fury. "They should pay for what they did to us," Nama declared with unwavering determination. Her words began to resonate more deeply within me, and doubt started to fade. I couldn't ignore the truth in her statement any longer. As I lay there, a renewed sense of resolve formed—I was beginning to believe that seeking revenge for what they d