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And I'm alone in my office, heart hammering, hands shaking, whiskey burning in my throat. I did it. He agreed. Tomorrow night, Damien Cross is mine. For twenty-one nights, I own him. I should feel victorious. Triumphant. Instead, I just feel... empty. And terrified. Because revenge is supposed to be simple. Clean. You hurt the person who hurt you, and then it's over. But nothing about this feels simple. I down the rest of my whiskey. Pour another. Stand at the window where he stood, looking out at the same city.

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

~ Emily ~ Morning light came slicing through them big-ass windows, hitting us just right—three bad bitches sprawled on that sectional like we’d been through hell and came back ready to plan the next war. My head was still heavy from everything we let out last night, but my blood? It was alive. Buzzing. ’Cause revenge got a flavor… and baby, it’s bitter, it’s hot, and it’s finally within reach. I was posted up cross-legged on the couch, drowning in an oversized tee, notebook balanced on my thigh, pen tapping like it was ready to choose violence any second.

She stomped her feet on the ground and turned and left the club beyond angry. The sound of whispers filled the club as Roy stood there absolutely stunned about what happened, that a woman could resist him and not just that- Slapped him. He touched his cheeks as he felt the stinging pain of her slap burning his fragile male ego, evoking the urge to make her pay for her action. “How dare she…” He cursed under his breath and walked out with a strong desire for vengeance for this slap which left him insulted before everyone. Initiating A Game Of Revenge.

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

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?

Every future event I could remember from my previous life. Because revenge wasn’t about one dramatic moment. It was about control. And the first rule of control was simple. Take away your enemy’s power before they even realize they’re losing it. Outside my window, the late afternoon sun began to dip toward the horizon. The world moved forward like normal. But inside this room… The first real move of my revenge had already begun. And Adam Pierce didn’t even know it yet.

Nathan pulled me close and rested his forehead against mine. “Tonight, we are not only defending our home. Tonight, we take back our future.” The battle plan was set. The revenge that had so far been only a distant promise now came within reach. As we began to dress for the final confrontation, I knew that Chapter 90 was not the end, but the first bloody dawn of a new world order. After darkness and desire, the time of fire and iron had come.

***** NIKOLAI Sleep wouldn't come, and I'd lie on my back for hours, staring at the ceiling. Hunter's name had been echoing in my head since I spoke with Reva, and I felt my blood boiling. I'd been calling him all day, and he hadn't answered because he knew what he had done. He used me again. I sent him to get information on Reva and Levi, told him what I planned to do with it, and he agreed, only to use it for his own vendetta against Reva.

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!