روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Wikia

If there was one thing in the world that you wish for, what would it be? Fame? Riches? Love? How about revenge? Revenge is something every living soul experience once or more in their lifetime. A goal that is fueled by hate, betrayal, deception. Whatever negative emotion or act inflicted upon said victim. Revenge is a fire that burns brightest, making one blind to reason as they see through to the fallout of their actions. Whether it hurts their target or them in the end, the outcome always leads to consequences.

Revenge was a complex game, and I was playing it for the ones I loved. I had scores to settle – against the three men who had caused so much pain in my life, Chirkov for his deeds against Anya and my mother, and Maksim for his attempt on her life. It was time to unleash the full force of my determination. Walking back to my room, I paused at the entrance, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Anya was in there. As I entered, I found her peacefully asleep on my bed. An overwhelming warmth filled me at the sight.

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.”

The delicate arch of her brow furrowed, carving a testament of her anger into her fair skin. "Justice isn't just blind—it's deaf and dumb too, sometimes." She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself against the weight of the secrets she harbored. Her next words came slowly, each one measured and heavy with import. "There's something… a group I'm part of. It’s called The Revenge Club." My mind, mired in the sludge of despair, latched onto the name with startling clarity. "The Revenge Club?" I repeated, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“But even if I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive them… Still, it doesn't seem right to make them lose their jobs just to get back at me. - Missy concluded with a sad sigh, trying to remain calm. - And you honestly don't think about it, even after everything? Logan narrowed his eyes, as if he was assessing her. - On what? Missy questioned, not understanding what he was referring to. - Revenge. he clarified, his expression livid. - Oh... - she widened her eyes in surprise and swallowed hard, before answering - Well... No. I'm really hurt and angry, don't get me wrong, but... I haven't really thought about it. – she pondered, uncertain – The truth is that I never did that kind of thing.

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

"I don't know. Money, property, connections, whatever you need." Vincent looked at me like I was a naive child. "Marcus, revenge isn't about getting something. It's about taking something away. I don't want Nichole to give me anything. I want her to lose everything." "Her father is already dead. Isn't that enough?" "Her father dying of natural causes after living a full, successful life is not revenge. Revenge is watching his daughter suffer the way my daughter suffered. Revenge is making sure Nichole Valmont dies knowing that everyone she cares about died because of her."

I nodded, my determination to end all of this bullshit surging even higher. It was excellent to see that apart from my brothers, someone else also wanted revenge to be taken. Heck, should I even call that revenge? Just like she said, I am penalizing them and not taking revenge. You can only take revenge on someone who is either of the same status as you or even higher. We are not of the same status. They were just some mere lucky bastard but I promise to show them how even luck doesn't last forever. “Do you have a plan in mind? Like do you have something planned out that we are going to follow in other to achieve that?”

“If I were in your place, I would have a breakdown like you first so that I can get every ounce of feelings for those people out of my chest, and then the next day, I would come back stronger than ever and plan a revenge. I would make sure they pay back ten times more than what they did to me.” “Revenge? You really would take revenge?” I asked curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Those who mess with me, get their lives messed up in return. I believe in tit-for-tat.” “You are right,” I muttered under my breath as I nodded, a fire of vengeance burning within me.

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.