Revenge Planned For Ten Years นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” His grip tightens. “I’ve spent fifteen years planning revenge on the Anders family. Fifteen years building myself up, making sure I had the resources, the power, the influence to destroy them. And then you walked into my life and suddenly it’s not just about revenge anymore. Suddenly I have something to lose.” My breath catches. “Rhys...”

The next full moon," He answered without missing a beat. "Alright, you're dismissed," I stated, waving him off. I needed to go through the entire plan again, to eliminate any moves that could cost me this opportunity. My chest heaved. After eight years of waiting, it was finally time to execute the plan I already mapped out. It had taken all the self control I had to keep from myself from storming off to the Monhowl residence and unleashing my anger on them. Drew had fought against my will to stop me on several occasions. That's when I had begun to plan my revenge.

The pain in his knuckles felt good - a physical outlet for the rage burning in his chest like acid. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of planning, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to make Victoria Kane pay for what she had done. Fifteen years of building false identities, creating fake evidence, manipulating grieving relatives like Alexander Pierce. Fifteen years of his life consumed by the need for revenge. And now it was crumbling around him like sand.

His jaw tightened, his body reacting to the mental image in ways that only deepened his frustration. "So, what now?" the Nightweaver pressed, his tone accusatory. "It's been ten years and you are not doing anything to avenge us. It makes it seem that you also have a hand in our attack." Tharros’s smirk didn’t falter, his piercing gaze fixed on the Nightweaver. "Ten years of waiting and planning," he said calmly. "I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t forgiven. But this… this isn’t something that can be rushed."

“I don’t care if you have to tear down all of Italy—find the snitch.” I hung up without waiting for a response, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. Ten years of planning. Ten years of waiting. The betrayal still burned like a fresh wound. We had been unstoppable once. Untouchable. But then, someone had decided to play hero, and it had cost us everything. Ten years behind bars. Ten years of planning my revenge. I didn’t care if it was a man or a woman. Whoever had ruined my life was going to pay. And when I found them, I wouldn’t show mercy.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

He deserves to suffer and rot in hell. It's been a whole ten years since that incident, and I've been painstakingly strategizing every step. I'm determined to create a flawless plan, making sure not to make a single mistake. The Maranzano family is known for their intelligence, so I have to be twice as clever to outsmart them and bring their life crashing down. I don’t care how long this takes, all I know is that I will make sure that I take my revenge and give my mom the closure she deserves.

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?

A bunch of useless fools! I gritted my teeth, my jaw ticking as the realization sank in. This wasn’t an accident. It reeked of Don Pablo’s handiwork, but without evidence, I was shackled. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I barked out orders: install CCTV cameras, assign guards, double the patrols. If Don Pablo thinks he could mess with me and walk away, he's sorely mistaken. We spent the rest of the night planning retaliation, something swift, silent, and damning. The fire was a warning, but my counterstrike would be a declaration. By the time the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, we had the perfect plan.

"All the evidence points to him. His connections... everything matches what I’ve discovered. He’s the man you saw at the scene when my parents' car burned. It has to be him." Lionel’s face turned pale, and his strong hands trembled slightly as he set the newspaper down. "Cass, this is dangerous. You’ve gone too far. You need to stop before you get hurt even worse. And your parents... they’ve been gone for a long time, sweetheart. Can’t we stop here before you get too deeply involved?" But Cassandra shook her head, her face full of determination. "I can’t stop, Uncle. I’ve carried this for too long. Fifteen years I’ve lived with this revenge, and I’m not backing down now."