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"Wear this ring here, on your chest, and when you feel its weight press down on you, remember that what your mother felt was a million times worse. When the sun hits it and burns your skin, remember that what your father felt was a thousand times worse. Don't hesitate, don't give up, you must avenge your parents." Angrily I wipe away the tears that continue to fall my cheeks, I swallow thickly as I nod with determination. "Remember, Habbab, feelings cloud your better judgment, get rid of them before this all begins in reality." My grandmother pulls back. She's right, I can't feel anything for Melek, everything I'm doing is but part of the plan, part of the revenge. The pain in my heart, and

The Revenge Plan Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

Then again, it is not possible because by now, Summer could have picked that up. "Revenge Wolfie. Revenge is my driving force. The faces of each one of them are engraved on my soul. My only purpose is to inflict a pain a thousandfold more than they ever inflicted on me before I kill them. I want to break them beyond repair. I want all of them to beg for death but I will not grant it to them. Their deaths will be slow and agonizingly painful. And I will be the one to send them back to the depth of hell where they belong."

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

“By all means, please do!” He ran his palm over his face in frustration. “The hearing is in a few days. I have a good point against you. You kidnapped him and denied me access.” “Oh, I have an even greater point against you. May the best card owner win,” I spat. His nose flared before turning to Malcolm. “There are no reporters here or cameras that could record this. I have come to take my revenge,” he snarled. “Theodore. I am the one you have issues with. So, face me,” I stepped in front of Malcolm to protect him, my eyes running along the four men that stood behind Theodore, flexing their muscles.

Kambiri replied with a low voice. "So sorry about that, I know how it feels nothing can ever replace blood, but at least you have us now, stand tall again like a man, together we will rule Vanguard and set ourselves free from bondage" Bella encouraged him. "Revenge is always better, never wanted to rule the Vanguard city, just hoping to get my mother's and father's death revenged, in fact getting revenge for the death of my family," Kambiri said to her. "Who killed them?" Bella asked.

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.