Revenge Of The Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

"It's the biggest party of the semester and you don't want to miss it for anything." "Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'd love to." Lena sat still, her fingers tightening around the bottled water. Tonight, she would see them again—the men who destroyed her life. Tonight, she would begin her revenge, and this time they would be the one to burn. __________ Blackthorne palace. 7 p. m.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

The night was colder than I expected as I stepped out of Blackwood Tower, the weight of the proposition Alexander had laid before me still heavy on my shoulders. His words echoed in my mind: "Revenge." The allure of it pulsed through me, awakening something deep inside that had long since been buried beneath the hurt. I had been broken, humiliated, but now? Now, I was ready to take back what was mine.

he mentioned casually and I frowned. “Care to elaborate?” My words more like a demand than a question. “Remember I mentioned weeks ago, that Flanagan’s secret club started to get more people?” He held my gaze as he waited for my reply, as soon as he noticed I wasn’t responding, he continued. “Well, the club’s name is ‘The Revenge Club’ and she just joined it last night, I am, of course, part of it.” What the hell does Roanne want in a club like… oh, Sebastian. I noticed she was wearing a piece of fabric around her neck and it covered the bruises left by that asshole. She wanted revenge from him, and Violet loves the drama.

I wouldn't let one night ruin me. And no amount of pleasure could kill the fire still burning inside me. I wanted my revenge. I would get my revenge. Eventually.

Even in the face of so many risks, only she knew the kind of dangerous battles she had fought to remain in this place. And so to sideline her, because of some prostitute from yesterday, and the little refugee she called a child was to be mocked inside her own house. It was an open wound she could not afford to keep inside. She had to defend her territory. She had to fight back. So she made a decision in two words: “Take revenge” And this revenge was to be served hot on the same night. Vanessa set the hour at 2:13 a.m. It was just the perfect time to execute what she had in mind.

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

I had just gained their trust. I wasn’t in the high ranks yet but I was climbing, slowly but surely. And when I got high enough, I’d make sure none of them could breathe without asking my permission. But that night… that night wasn’t about power. It was about revenge. I returned to my chamber in the heart of the ruins. The room was lit only by black candles. There were shelves of bones, jars of eyes, and torn pages from forbidden books on the walls. And there, at the far end, was my cracked mirror.

Surprisingly, tonight, he didn't look like a businessman; he looked like a predator. “Zayne Nightwood?” Our eyes locked, he raised his glass. His breathtaking sapphire ones didn’t break the contact. Increasing the intensity of the moment which amplified my heart. “Your ex’s mortal enemy. How does that sound like ultimate revenge?” I was shocked at her suggestion but then something wicked knocked in my mind. The alcohol fueled a sudden, reckless bravery. I didn't just want to move on. I wanted to burn Edric’s world to the ground. “How…” I smirked back, raising my glass too, “Perfect,”