Novel & Cerita Revenge Series Trailer

Revenge was a complex game, and I was playing it for the ones I loved. I had scores to settle – against the three men who had caused so much pain in my life, Chirkov for his deeds against Anya and my mother, and Maksim for his attempt on her life. It was time to unleash the full force of my determination. Walking back to my room, I paused at the entrance, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Anya was in there. As I entered, I found her peacefully asleep on my bed. An overwhelming warmth filled me at the sight.

Every time the image of their happy family came to her mind, she became more and more determined to avenge her parents. "I'm sorry, Freya. Your family also suffered from my mom's mistake. I'm sorry if my father didn't give you the justice you deserve. I'm also sorry for what I did to you and our son . When our revenge is over, you can do whatever you want to do with me. If you want to kill me, I will not stop you but until our fight is not over... let me make it up to you. Let me show how much I love you. All my life, Ivana made me believe that you were her. I really thought she was the girl I loved then. I thought sh–"

The woman who I discovered had ties to the same family and would also inevitably burn with a desire for revenge because of what had been done to her. What better way to satisfy her by leaving her targets of revenge intact for her to do the honours by herself, with me by her side? I could already picture the both of us together, watching the entire Blackwell Group and family burn in the flames of our revenge. This was why despite the annoyance of Marco at the table, I hesitated to take any action and even went ahead to ask Vivienne if she wouldn't mind me roughing him up a bit. Thinking it would probably be a nice way for her to start her get back while I was disciplining my nephew.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

It was a cold night, Rene stays in his computer room ready to start his journey online. A plan he perfectly made for his revenge, he laid it out before, that sense of fulfillment that he actually made it possible to happen is thrilling him. He set up an account under the pseudo name, Richard Tyson. Though he use his own picture, he edited it in a way that hid his face. Then he went into the list of names that he prepared. A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge.

It's been weeks and we are no closer to rescuing her. 'I know mom. We will get her back and the Trio will pay for everything they have done to all of us. I promise you, they will all pay.' I cut off the mind-link as my anger was boiling over. My whole life has revolved around revenge. I lost my father and older brother to these pathetic beast and now our entire species' existence rested in my hands.

Lant then locked the door, and drew the curtains of the entire security room. Melissa was panicking—she knew Lant was serious. She glared at Lant's back, her eyes bloodshot. "Lant, you've done so many wrongs! Leave these people alone!" "Why would I? I enjoy watching them die." Lant laughed wildly, revealing his malice. He wanted to take revenge on this inhumane society. He sat on the chair, relaxed, and looked at the surveillance screen. He lowered his head, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. Melody would arrive soon…

"They walk so freely like nothing ever happened. They stomped on our life. How happy things could have gone. How happy our life could have been. But no, it had to all go wrong because of them. I will make them all pay, Mom. I will surely see to it that I get justice for your death. Then, I shall earn the right to apologize to you, Mom. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not until I bring the killers to justice and make them go through the hell that I went through." I said, wiping the little tears that crumbled down my eyes as my gaze landed on the business card in my hand. "Adrian De Santos... This can't be it, right, Mother? I know I want revenge, but I just can't. My life has been bound und

While the desire for vengeance still simmered beneath the surface, he learned to channel that energy into advocacy—organizing community forums, raising awareness about the injustices faced by families like his, and empowering others to join the fight for truth and accountability. Through this process, Alex discovered a profound truth: that while the quest for revenge could be intoxicating, the path of healing and justice was far more fulfilling. By focusing on collective action and solidarity, he not only honored his parents’ legacy but also forged deeper connections with those who stood by him. Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the o

He deletes the last of it—all data tied to Ethan Farwell, the Hawkes, the cover identities, the operatives they hired. Wiped clean. No cyberprints. No aliases. No shell companies. Even Fallon’s dark web surveillance feed—the one she once used obsessively to watch Frank, Roy, and Jerry—is gone. Deleted with the last trace of the ghost she had once been. “She doesn’t even know yet that her vengeance was a stage. One we scripted. He exhales, stepping away from the desk. His body is vibrating—not with adrenaline, but with the cold clarity of survival. He crosses to the liquor cart, pours himself a drink with trembling hands. The ice clinks like a clock ticking toward judgment.