Revenge Weight Gain Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was my turn to do something that would make his blood boil. After deep reflection, I made a decision that I knew would shock him to his core: I would target his father. To begin my retribution, I started my transformation. I hit the gym religiously to shed the extra weight and adopted a strict diet, cutting out everything that hindered me from achieving the body I desired.I maintained this lifestyle for several weeks. Eventually, my mother noticed, mentioning that I was visibly slimming down. When you truly persevere toward a goal, the results speak for themselves. After weeks of grueling sessions, my efforts were finally bearing fruit.

We'd been using separate bathrooms since we moved to my father's home, and I was sure he had noticed but refused to say a word about it. "Oh Cara," Cecelia sighed, "Did Adonis do or say anything to make you feel this way?" "No. No, he didn't. He has been very supportive. It's a me thing." "Forget about it!" She gave my body a full sweep, taking in the baggy t-shirt and shorts I had on. "You're not looking any different than you were before. Maybe your bump and your cheeks look fuller, other than that! You look perfect." "I gained weight." I deadpanned. "A lot of weight! My ass doesn't fit my pants anymore. I live, wearing sweats and boxers. Take a look at me." Dropping word after word.

Her voice sweet, but everyone in that room knew her heart was cold. Next to her, Mr. Norman of the Galen family leaned back in his chair, his thick hands gripping the armrest. His face was red, full of anger. The Galens had lost the most in the recent attacks—businesses burned, secrets leaked to the press. His pride was in pieces, and he wanted revenge. At the far end, opposite Julian, sat Henry Brown, the head of the Brown family. His eyes were tired, but the hatred inside them still burned like fire. He tapped his fingers on the table, slow and hard, as if each tap was a warning.

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

But deep down, I know that revenge, while sweet, comes with its own burdens. I sit in my office, staring out the window, the cityscape blurring as my thoughts drift. The cost of this revenge weighs heavily on my mind. I’ve sacrificed so much—my family, the people I love most in this world. My thoughts wander to Logan, the man I used to exact my revenge. He loves me deeply, and yet I’ve manipulated him for my own purposes.

“Revenge.” ‎

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

She didn’t look like the women who usually walked through buildings like this. But that didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to belong. She was here for revenge. The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime. The fifteenth floor was even more impressive than the lobby. Glass walls, chrome decorations, and modern paintings lined the corridor. Employees walked past confidently, their voices quiet but focused. Anna sat down in the waiting area, pretending to read a document while her heart pounded inside her chest. Years. It had taken years for her to reach this moment. “Anna?”

His name is Sébastien, he is thirty-nine years old, he is married, he has two children, he works in a small business in the city, he earns a living, he pays his taxes, he lives his life, he tries to be happy, to forget, not to think about what he did, what he didn't do, what he should have done, and today, he is in my office, he is sitting across from me, his hands are trembling, his eyes are darting away, his voice is cracking, and he tells me, he begs me, he asks me not to do to him what I did to the others, not to destroy him, not to annihilate him, not to take everything he has, everything he built, everything he loves, everything he has left, because he wasn't like the others, because h

The moment I arrived in front of the company building, David stopped me. "Mr. Keele, I visited my son yesterday. He's lost so much weight. He feels deeply sorry for what he did to you. He can't even eat from the guilt. He asked me to pass on a message. Please forgive him. Give him a chance to start over–" I was annoyed. "Move!" I uttered. David clenched his jaw. His expression turned vicious. "Looks like my son was right about you. You're cold-blooded and heartless. You abuse your power and money to destroy other people!"