Revenge Note 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

Aline's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke to her newfound ally, "I've learned who I truly am, and I won't let anyone stand in the way of claiming what belongs to me." Ethan, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Aline, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Aline nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted upon her by the man she had once considered a father. "I won't let revenge define me, Ethan. But justice must prevail. The man who cast me aside, who sold me like a pawn, he will answer for his sins."

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Shifting on the high stool, her eyes returned to the note as her heartbeat picked up. "The other woman is not your enemy, as you might think. She’s close." The next line hit her harder than the first. Her breathing grew faster, close to panic, and her eyebrows lifted in shock. She didn’t want to believe the words, but her trembling hands gave her away. "Today’s your third wedding anniversary, right? She’ll be there." The next line hit like a punch to the gut. Selene's heart pounded as she gasped. "It can't be," she muttered to herself, dropping the note.

Not pain. Resolve. Revenge. I'd get back at her.. She started this. I’ll finish it.

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

Not yet. Vengeance.

Jason But before I leave, I pause not abruptly, not enough to feel like a reversal, just a slight delay in motion, as though one more variable has surfaced and deserves acknowledgment. I turned back toward Clara, my expression unchanged, my presence still controlled. What he’s about to say is not an argument. It’s a reminder. My voice is quiet, lowered not for secrecy but for precision. It carries easily without needing force. “Revenge,” I whispered carefully, “doesn’t wait forever.”

I struggled against his grip, forcing myself to speak through short breaths: “If you really wanted revenge, Adrian, you wouldn’t have involved innocent people. This isn’t about justice; it’s about power.” I met his cold gaze, trying to ignore the fear gnawing at me from within. “You’ve become everything you claimed to hate.” To my complete surprise, Adrian let go of my neck. He stepped back, his eyes glinting with rage and pain, but also uncertainty. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, and I could see that my words had hit him, even if he tried to hide it.