Revenge Planned For Ten Years Novels & Stories

And that had been the last time they saw each other. PRESENT DAY "I am really sorry about what happened that day Elsa. I was just a silly teenager with a silly crush." Asher apologized. "It's okay, I should never have hit you either. When I took you from your father, I promised you no one would ever hit you again and yet I was the one who did it." "its okay, at least I deserved it. I shouldn't have done that." "Truce?" she stretched out her hand. He took it, "truce" he agreed.

Stella groaned. "I thought the meeting was over?" *** Stella and Gena looked around to see Ivy standing on the doorway looking at them with prying eyes. "This is not the time for regret. If Celina hadn't come here, she would still die in the streets. If you didn't bring Sophia here, she might have died in that hotel room that night. Have you guys thought about that?" Ivy frowned at them. "Maybe… just maybe if there was nothing like enmity in this world, it would be such a sweet place and no one would have to ever have any cause for revenge, death too would be rare" Stella said sadly.

she went on, “was never about her. She’s just a leverage to set my true plan in motion.” “You’re just a servant,” I whispered weakly. “You clean floors. You pour tea. How could you do such a thing to—“ “I have served the Draven family for over ten years,” she cut in. Her lips curved—not into a smile, into something colder.“And every single day has been one more step towards my revenge.” My stomach dropped. “Revenge for what?” She inhaled slowly. “Ten years ago…I had a child.” The words landed heavily, “A son. He was the happiest child you could ever meet. Curious. Alive.”

A son who caused his own father's death, what could possibly atone for that? For ten years I buried my hate, served to save lives to atone for my sins, I swore not to take another life for those ten years but after they were over, I would take my revenge but was I really after revenge, or was I after seeing her again? Ten years later this woman was right in front of me, unguarded and in my home, all I needed was a single bullet to shoot her down. Yet those eyes that looked into mine birthed memories I couldn't forget.

I shall play along then, until the time is right and I will run and never look back. I bite my lip as my plan becomes hollow and shallow. I’ve dreamed of enacting my revenge plan for nearly a decade, the dream kept me going during the worst times. The time is here now and I’m not strong enough. Once I find the chance, I must run, and maybe I shall live to return another day, to fulfill the promises I made to myself and to my late parents. A raised voice cuts through the tomb-like silence of the prison hall and I flinch and look at he door worriedly. What are they deciding that is taking so long?

Running my finger along the rim of my glass, I was careful not to show my emotions to Enzo, although he knew me well enough that hiding anything from him was near impossible. My father expected me to fuck this up. And after what had happened the last time I'd dealt with Mario, I didn't blame him. But what he didn't know was that I'd been planning this revenge for years. Fucking years. Watching. Waiting. Biding my time and planning every single tiny detail. I’d just been waiting for her. I would not fail my father again.

That was the plan. Then revenge.

"What's his reason?" I turned my head and looked at him. "Revenge." Klevis frowned. "Revenge for what?" "Something that happened six years ago," I said. "Something I barely even remember." Klevis's frown deepened. "That's it? That's his reason?" "Yes," I said. Klevis shook his head. "That's insane." I didn't respond. I just turned back to the window. Boaz glanced at me from the driver's seat. "What's the plan now, boss?"