Revenge Planned For Ten Years Novels & Stories

No apology. “Why?” I whispered. “Ten thousand dollars…how can I ever repay you?” “I don’t want your money,” he said, gaze locked on mine, unflinching. Then he leaned closer. “I want you to marry me.” The words hit like a blow. My chair scraped the floor as I jolted back. “What? You’re…crazy.” “A contract marriage,” he said, calm. “Twelve months. Legal. Businesslike. You’ll receive fifty thousand dollars per month during the agreement.”

Only 120 days. The countdown had begun, but not just for me to figure out how to get my revenge. There was something more, something bigger at play. I had only 120 days to avenge my death, to reclaim what had been stolen from me, and then, I would return. I had no idea how this would work, how I would even manage to pull it off in this fragile, unfamiliar body. How could I carry out vengeance when I didn’t even know how to move forward in this new life?

“I know Nathan respects women more than any of us and would never do anything to hurt a woman for no reason. Just as his mother taught him. but do you forget that the incident you are talking about happened over a year ago?” They had to admit, it was suspicious of him not to be in contact. Not unless he had no interest in revenge anymore. That to me made more sense than what the guys were thinking. “I am not going to force you to do anything. We can have fun on this trip like we planned. But if an opportunity presents itself, I will take it.” I might have been smitten by Olivia but that was never going to stop me from seeking revenge for him. even if he did seek revenge in the future when he

I already had a plan in place. My plan was simple—revenge. But Andrea didn’t know yet that she was part of my revenge plan. That was the tricky part. I needed to execute this perfectly. I knew timing was everything. If I rushed things, she might reject the idea, and I couldn’t risk that. It would ruin everything. I needed to wait, give her time, let the rage grow, and let her understand that revenge was the only way

Betrayal wasn’t a crime, only painful. But none of it mattered anymore. He’d had ten years. Ten long, excruciating years to plan everything. And now? Everything was moving exactly as it should. Maybe he couldn’t destroy them all—but he didn’t need to. Break one, and the rest would fall like dominoes. He would show the world that they weren’t invincible. That fate was no excuse. That he was not to be forgotten. And in the end, he would have his revenge. A wicked smile crept across his face.

“Our marriage started in a bloodbath. Did you really expect it to end any differently?" A pained sigh leaves the depths of my soul. “Were you really always ready for death?” He nods once, then winces. "I've been ready for thirty years. The time I lived until now has been a ticking timer until I get my revenge." “Then what?” “Huh?” “After revenge, what were you planning to do?” He shrugs as if that’s not important. “Go back to London and take on contracts. That sort of thing.” “Then go.”

"Give me three years." "THREE YEARS?! THAT'S TOO LONG!" "Isn't the sweetest wine is a hundred years old?" Evander revolted "So you're telling us to wait for a hundred years?! how----" "Three years. and we'll give him the best revenge the world has yet to see." She interrupted his disapproval with a wicked smile. ".... how can we be so sure that it will work?"

Probably watching over her, protecting her, drowning in his own obsession. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years…” I murmured to the glass. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years waiting for this.” Revenge was a dish best served cold. And I was about to prepare a feast.

He took a step back. “Ephraim.” He stopped. I asked, my voice deceptively soft, “You know what this is about, don’t you?” He nodded. “The revenge you promised yourself ten years ago.” “Then put your fucking conscience in a box and throw it in Tiber and forget about it.” He bowed his head. “Yes, Capo.”