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my son broke us from our trance bringing us back to reality. “Mom, that’s dad talking, where is he?” I looked away and let my tears fall. Lupita was cruel. How could she do something like that, she knew Samuel would be there. I would have thought she would still care about Samuel. But it was clear she didn’t. “You, take my grandson away from here.” My dad said to Emily. Once Emily was out my dad charged to Lupita and held her by the neck choking her. “Nick…Nick said it…was not…worth it.” the audacity, did she go there thinking nothing would happen to her because of what Nick said? How delusional. “Well, Nick said his mother should not seek revenge, he said nothing about me!”

"My point is that Emily deserves better than a man who's using her. She deserves someone who truly loves her. Someone who has been there for her. Someone like... you." "And why do you care?" I asked suspiciously. "What do you get out of this?" "Justice," Vanessa said simply. "Alex destroyed my life. He threw me away like garbage. I want him to feel what I felt. I want him to lose Emily the same way he made me lose everything." There it was. The truth. This wasn't about helping me or Emily. This was about revenge. "I'm not interested in your revenge schemes," I said, starting to stand up.

“That’s good news, Elijah. Really good news.” “I thought you’d want to know,” he said softly. “How’s Emily?” I hesitated, glancing back at the hospital entrance. “She’s... not in a good place. Angry, scared, wanting revenge. And honestly, I can’t blame her. After everything he’s done... I want to strangle Antoine myself.” “I know,” Elijah murmured, his tone understanding. “But he’ll get what’s coming to him. We just have to trust the system.” “I hope you’re right,” I said softly. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

She then hit the call button and shouted in anger, "Where is the doctor?! The patient is injured again! Is this how you take care of a patient?!" After my hand was bandaged, I lowered my head and looked at my distorted hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Magnolia carefully took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? This is all my fault. Your hands have gotten worse again... Guess we have no choice but to postpone the wedding…" She truly was a good actress. I almost believed that she couldn't be the same woman who had killed my sister and was trying to destroy me. For one brief moment, I almost asked her whether I had ever crossed her in some way. Why was she doing this to me?

Emily thought about it and couldn't understand who she had offended to have to make it so difficult for her. Emily had just come out of the restaurant and saw that luxury car, but she didn't even want to see it let alone go over there and talk. Emily walked in the opposite direction from the other car, the man gave a cruel smile. "It seems her mind still can't figure out who's giving her trouble. I'm bored with this game. You just have to watch and act before someone takes her in." Jack closed his eyes, the feeling of being uninterested made him tired, his morale dropped was not a good measure for him to take revenge.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

Back then she had worn a white dress and a timid smile, shadowing Adam through corridors as if she belonged. Who could have thought that she would be kicked out years later? Only for her to return for only one thing and one thing alone, revenge. A junior assistant approached, bowing slightly. “Ms. Balmero. This way, please.” It struck Thea: Ms. Balmero. Not Mrs. Blackwood. Not the disgraced daughter. Ms. Balmero. She followed, spine straight, into a private conference room high above the city. Her father was already there.

My hand drifts down between my legs, not to touch, just to feel the heat still lingering there, the faint throb that says he was inside me hours ago. I close my eyes. And the question slips in quiet, like it’s been waiting for him to leave. “Am I still doing this for revenge?” The words feel small in the empty room. I open my eyes, stare at the ceiling. Revenge used to feel sharp. Clean. Like a blade I could hold up and see my reflection in—twisted, angry, justified. I wanted to take him from her. Wanted to watch her face when she realized her perfect billionaire husband was fucking her daughter instead.

CHAPTER 3 Cassandra drove to the familiar luxurious mansion, her former home, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt disgusted by what she was about to do, but the thought of avenging her parents strengthened her resolve. Antonio's name and the memory of her parents' deaths were intertwined, fueling the fire of revenge that had burned for years.

Emily was standing there, her gaze piercing through the glass, as if she could sense my intentions. In that split second, I made a decision. I leaned back into the seat and ordered my driver to move. There were better days ahead, I assured myself. I would bide my time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Emily would pay for what she had done. She would regret the day she walked into Ethan's mansion as a surrogate, thinking she could steal him away from me. With a wicked smile on my face, I envisioned the downfall that awaited her. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and I would savor every moment of it. No matter what it took, I would ensure that Emily's life crumbled around her, leav