Revenge Is Like The Sweetest Joy Novels & Stories

Chapter 175 Arya's POV Revenge did not feel the way I once imagined it would. For the last few years of planning it, I thought it would taste sweet and satisfying. I thought watching Derek suffer would heal something broken inside me. I thought seeing Cassidy lose everything would somehow erase the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering why I was never enough for the people I loved. But sitting across from Milo in the quiet living room of my apartment, I realized revenge was not sweet at all. It was heavy, like carrying wet clothes against your skin for too long.

】 【May the Moon Goddess eternally punish this family of traitors! Reading these messages through the pack's communication crystals, I thought of my previous life when I was the one being attacked by the entire territory. I suddenly felt that letting Scarlett die so easily was far too merciful for her. I should have let her live. Only by living could she truly taste all the suffering and torment I endured in my past life. Marcus was ultimately sentenced to fifteen years of exile for "conspiracy and evidence tampering." Though his punishment was only half of what I had suffered in my previous life, I knew he would face the same complete social destruction that I had experienced.

"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

he says, shoulders slumped as he turns to leave. I watch him walk out of the visiting room, and as I press my hand to my chest, I keep crying—for everything that just happened. After all the pain and heartbreak caused by the man who was once the love of my life… Today, I finally feel free. Free from a revenge that was slowly eating away at my soul. Free from the hatred I carried for him all these years.

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.

Twenty years of rage, of planning, of molding myself into the weapon that would finally deliver justice. I capture Avery's mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting triumph and dark magic on her lips. She responds with equal fervor, her body pressing against mine as passion ignites between us. The high of victory, the intoxicating rush of revenge finally fulfilled—it all blends together into pure euphoria. One thing leads to another, and we lose ourselves in the aftermath of our success. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I claim her, every touch a celebration of what we've accomplished together. This is what power tastes like—raw, uncompromising, absolute.

I had always known peace and joy ever since he came into my life. "There is also another lesson on this quest of revenge of mine. I learned that the best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury. You both have turned beggars begging for your lives but I know that if I were less powerful, you would have walked all over me. I don't want to live the rest of my life, with the memory that I killed you both." Audrey managed to nod her weak head. Her eyes lit up a bit because she had seen a glimmer of hope that she might live.

I feel like someone about to deliver the first dose of revenge. And it tastes better than air.

By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had never touched my father. You’ll wish you had never been born. I took another sip of juice, legs crossed, feeling powerful for the first time in weeks. Revenge tasted so fucking sweet.

"And if I don't?" He looked up, his eyes darting around as if to sense where I was. "Then we will fight back. No matter how much you try to subdue us." I scoffed. "You want to know what I love most about revenge?" I lowered my head and whispered. "It's best served cold. When you don't even remember why you're being punished." My hand went straight to his head as I pulled him closer with my eyes fixed on his men.