Novel & Cerita Revenge Weight Gain Story

And I would have probably ended up in a worse situation. “I really want to get back at him,” I finished. He nodded. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You will. You will get your revenge. I can promise you that.... It won’t be easy. It won’t be quick. But you’re going to get it.” I don’t know why, but I trusted what he said. I believed it. Maybe because I believed him. Maybe because I had already decided I wasn’t going to stop either, no matter what.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

He turned to her, his expression daring her to say otherwise. Ivy grinned wickedly. “Oh, absolutely,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “Back to the topic at hand.” Ivy nodded, her teasing demeanor fading as she grew serious again. “So, you were saying?” I took another deep breath, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. “Revenge isn’t something I take lightly. I know it’s dangerous and also consuming, and it could end badly. But after everything Andy and his new wife did, after the way Ash stood by and let it happen, I can’t just let it go and die.”

It also makes him quite obsessed with strengthening his position in the family. “My son realized where he came from and repeatedly blamed me.” Again, the woman let the tears roll down her cheeks. “I can’t turn back to the past. Loneliness and despair brought me to this position,” she whispered softly. “Gio wouldn’t even touch me, and he kept his word by loving Cinzia alone.” It was then that Gavin and the others saw that a wounded woman could do anything for revenge. It made him think not to hurt any woman after returning from there.

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

It was life altering and everything paled in comparison. My body stitched itself together and I gained back all sensation, all of my emotions and feelings. It all came back to me, all that had been done to me and never had I experienced so much anger. No matter the consequences, all that filled my mind was revenge. I wanted it raw and bloody. I wanted it like I had never wanted anything before. It fueled me to bear through the pain, to lay still where I was as I recovered.

Just watches me with those green eyes that used to look at me with wonder and now look at me with calculated coldness. "You work out," she observes. "You didn't used to. Not like this." I didn't. I started after she was gone. After Marcus Kane's funeral. Needed something to do with the guilt, the self-loathing. Turned out lifting weights until my muscles screamed was easier than thinking about what I'd done. "Guilt makes you do strange things," I say. "So does revenge." She stands. Walks toward me. Stops about two feet away—close enough that I could reach out and touch her, far enough that I know I'm not allowed to. "Tell me what you did."

When he was eighteen, he grew sick with a weak heart from years out in the heat overworking. She fixed him. He couldn't just run again, he could do anything he wanted. She gave him the life he wouldn't have been able to live without her. She gave him an opportunity to get back all those men that have done so wrong to him. After a week of excruciating pain, he changed. His bones cracked and bent into a whole new form. That very night- he set out and got the revenge he had dreamed of for years. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Let the weight of that sink in. "So I did what any mother would do. I fought back. I rebuilt. I created a new company. I exposed his crimes. I got my daughter back. And I destroyed everyone who'd tried to destroy me. My ex-husband went to prison. His business partners went to prison. Everyone who hurt me faced consequences." Another pause. "And you know what? It felt good. Watching my enemies fall. Seeing them lose everything like they'd made me lose everything. There's something dark and satisfying about revenge. Something that feels like justice."

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too