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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

"He went pale as death. What a pity Robbie slipped away too quickly. Otherwise, I'd have mocked him right alongside Ned." Rachel, rummaging through her trunk for something she wanted to give me, rolled her eyes. "Mistaking your savior—that's the oldest, most cliché plot ever. Don't you dare tell them the truth, or they'll probably start some kind of twisted gratitude romance." Thanks to memories of our past life in an era with the internet, the two of us had a far more modern outlook than the times around us. Wasn't this the suspension bridge effect? Their fear-induced accelerated heartbeat ultimately morphed into blind devotion toward Scarlett.

Author's POV "I DON'T CARE! FIND HIM! TRACK HIM! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM JUST DO IT, UNDERSTOOD???" Dylan ended the call as he looked at Josiah who was pacing around the office furiously. "I.. I am sorry buddy! I didn't know he would go to this length to take revenge", But Joshiah wasn't willing to hear any apologies or excuses, he angrily interrupted his sentence. "Ivy is paying for what she knows nothing about. You know this is all your fault Dylan. You told him lies about and now, all he has ever thought of is revenge. A FALSE REVENGE DYLAN! A FALSE REVENGE! Why didn't you tell him the truth?",

Somewhere, Eva was screaming and Max was losing his mind and I was smiling against Jade’s skin because revenge was never supposed to be quiet. It was supposed to be felt. Everywhere.

There were even rumors that someone inside the pack was planning a rebellion. That was because after the fight at the altar, Kai had broken Dion's leg and silver had been injected into the wound, and it could never heal. Now he had a limp, becoming a crippled werewolf. He went down on his knees and begged for my forgiveness, swearing that he would never betray me again. But when I remembered everything that happened in my past life, I didn't want to see him anymore. I told the guards to throw him out, but he desperately grabbed me.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

It felt like talking to someone who just got it. I leaned in a little and dropped my voice. “Revenge.” His eyes lit up with interest. “Ooh. Spicy. Who’s the lucky target? Ex? Family?” “Best friend,” I said, sitting back. “But it’s not just her. There’s someone else involved, and they’re both gonna get what’s coming.” He let out a low whistle. “Damn. Cold-blooded. I like it.” I laughed. “You’re kind of growing on me, Lucas.”

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.

She would learn that her blessed shit meant nothing to me, and I will take everything from her weak ass. Let the goddess watch. Let Fireside and Paw packs guard its precious bitch. They can't be everywhere. Revenge, like moonlight, could slip through the smallest cracks. And I intended to make Beth Matthews regret ever looking down on a true wolf. I would make her pay for humiliating me.