Revenge Made Her Mine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

But her connection with the flesh trading syndicate just overtook all of her. A surge of uncontrollable animosity develops in her toward Veronica. “Why did you do that? I..shit,” She cursed loudly frustratedly pushing her hair behind her head, “Did you even saw those innocent girls there? They were so young and don’t deserve any of this,” “I know.. But…” “But what?” Maze practically growled at her “I was forced to do all this and kind of immersed in my own world of revenge,” Maze turned to her creasing her forehead, ”Revenge?”

So I make my way over to the table in the kitchen and pick it up to read it. You were mine yet you did not want me. She was destined to me yet I rejected her. When you killed her tonight, you killed the remaining half of my soul. I will get my revenge. I will be back for you, when you are a Winter bride. Until then beautiful

"No Phil you_" He cut her "Perhaps, I didn't apologise or perhaps you were trying to protect me from something. I really don't care. All I want, is for us to work this marriage. Be my wife again. Let love rule us. Do you want all these?" Does she want all these? Offcourse she does! She is tired of being a revenge tool. She wants a serious relationship for once in her life. She wants to love her husband wholeheartedly without having to plan any fuckin games. Damb this Revenge Game! Damn his father! Damn her Pride! and most especially, Damn her Mother!! She loves this man and she wants her marriage to work. She nodded a Yes.

She nods and closes her eyes. The revenge will be mine.

She needed everything that Justin had promised to make happen after they got married. She asked one more time, "Are you really going to deliver on your promises? Make me become a medical doctor again, take care of all the medical expenses I have, and also help me get my revenge on your stepbrother?" Justin shot her a cold look that made her regret asking those questions in the first place.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“You’ll regret this. I’ll ruin you. I’ll make sure she fights for it. I’ll make sure she wins. And when she does, I’ll take it all from her myself.” The iPad slipped in my hand. So that was it. Her sudden softness. Her sudden support. The way she showed up for me, stood beside me, played the doting mother when I needed her most. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t guilt. It was revenge. She hadn’t come back to make things right. She had come back because Dante had cut her out. She needed me to win so she could take it all from me. I had just trusted her. Hugged her. Celebrated with her. And all along, she’d been sharpening the knife she would put in my back.

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.