Revenge Tv Show Emily Novels & Stories

I should have left her in town. I could go faster and farther alone. I no longer needed her. Unbidden, the sarcastic words I'd hurled at her in the cell echoed in her mind: "Have you gotten your revenge?" Revenge. There was no other logical explanation. And revenge wasn't logical. It was a deed of passion. It was horrible, it was ugly, it was terrifying. I was only doing this to get back at her. Emily was trembling. An hour later I urged myself to stop the car and get some rest.

I’d seen it in his eyes, even when he pretended not to. And when I started digging into their little secrets, Emily found out. That led to the final nail in the coffin of our relationship. I couldn’t let it go. Any of it. They had all played their part in tearing my life apart, and now it was my turn. My revenge plan was well in motion, and I wasn’t about to stop now. I stood, stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders. I needed to get out, clear my head. Maybe hit the club, have a drink or two, find someone to distract me for the night.

He looks like a nice person, I noticed that they have two similarities and that man looks like Anthony in quite a way. What are we really going to talk about and what is really going on he still has a friend with him... "So Camilla, I called you out here because you said that you wanted revenge right?" Anthony suddenly said and the friendly atmosphere between the three of us suddenly changed. The atmosphere that took over became dark and heavy. The two men in front of me looked at me seriously. I nodded." That's right I want revenge on my husband." I seriously answered back to him. Anthony and Florence looked at each other.

"If you don't mind me asking. You said the Danvers family took something from you and your brother, mind telling me what it was?" Elena looked at Emily, her expression softening as she thought about her response, "Only if you'll tell me yours." She said Emily's eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance in them, before she replied, "Revenge. Let's just say the Danvers have taken a lot from me, and I've suffered throughout my entire childhood because of them," her voice was filled with bitterness and anger.

"They murdered Samuel! I'll make them pay! I'll destroy them all!" The other inmates in nearby cells listened to Emily's hysterical ravings with mixture of pity and annoyance. Some called for her to shut up. Others just covered their ears and tried to sleep. But Emily continued screaming accusations and threats until her voice gave out completely. She collapsed on her cot, her throat raw, her mind fractured by grief and rage and the complete inability to accept responsibility for her actions. In the silence of her cell, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant and despair, Emily Caldwell began planning impossible revenge scenarios against people who had already forgotten she existed.

Emily glared at me as the corner of her face turned red instantly, her lips being bitten. “Why? Are you feeling vengeful?” I questioned and buried my hand into her hair, forcefully bringing her hair closer, “You know what? Sure, I’m the same Elaine that you know, but what are you going to do about it? Emily, you should know that my appearance is to get revenge for what you and everyone in that family did to me. But you… Your retribution would hit you harder and bigger…” I brought her even closer.

Emily said with a relieved smile as she turned to leave. Blake watched her go, his expression turning grave— it seemed his path of vengeance had gained another ally, and this was all thanks to Richard pushing a key player into his hands. After leaving Chavez Group, Emily went straight to Richard. Fuelled by a desire for revenge, she felt a surge of strength and courage. She knocked on Nick's door. When Richard opened it and saw her, his face showed a mix of concern and guilt. "Emily, you've finally agreed to see me!" he said.

Back inside Alexander’s office. Emily felt her mind spinning. “So this isn’t just a business war.” Alexander shook his head slowly. “No.” Emily whispered— “This is revenge.” Alexander’s voice dropped quietly. “Yes.”

She dipped her head in response and when her eyes met mine again, I caught a glimpse of intense anger in them. “That is why I need your help. Help me get my revenge on Richard.” I could not help the laughter that spilled out of my lips at her statement. “Emily, you cannot be serious. Why will I do that?” I half expected her to burst out laughing too but her stoic expression remained. “Wait, it wasn’t a joke?” “I know a lot more about Richard than you can imagine. His secret plans, everything. You just need to join hands with me.” She sounded convincing and I didn’t see why not. After all, the enemy of my enemy is a friend.

Vicky interrupted "Let her die before you bury her. You are always in a rush, I am also curious too, but I didn't hurry her" Eve reprimanded. "I wasn't talking to you, just mind your business and don't yell at me, you are not my mother and so you don't have any right to scold me!" Vicky retorted "Oh, I forgot it's a family trait, poor people always make the most noise like a barking dog!" Eve insults and Vicky rushes to push her.