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She rushed over in a few quick strides and grabbed my shoulders, frantically checking me for injuries. I brushed her hands away, keeping my tone casual. "It's nothing. Just fake blood from the film set." "Oh, thank God. I thought you were actually hurt." She let out a sigh of relief. Then, her gaze sharpened as she noticed the money in my hand. "Where did this come from?" she asked, her voice dropping. "Perry, you didn't steal this, did you?" My heart sank. Suddenly, it felt like I didn't know her at all.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

Seeing that, he promised to himself that he will make all the dreams of the girl come true no matter what comes. The days went by with him getting immersed in his revenge and he got his senses back seeing the tears in Simran's eyes the day she came to know the truth . He realized he was in for a deep shit only then . When he met Sara that day, she enquired about the reason behind his sad face .

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

The degradation is endless and delicious. By the end, they’re both destroyed — covered in cum, shaking, voices hoarse from screaming. Lena’s makeup is ruined. Mark is a broken cuck. Victor and I stand over them, flushed and satisfied, his cum still leaking from my pussy. I look straight into the main camera. “Revenge is the best fuck I’ve ever had.” The stream ends with record-breaking tips. Lena and Mark are ruined. And I’ve never felt more powerful.

She simply whispered to herself, “Loss doesn’t need revenge. It only needs truth.” And somewhere in the quiet night, Revan finally understood— This wasn’t a storm. It was the consequence he could no longer outrun.

Now he was asking me to sacrifice my health to save someone else. I slowly pulled my hand away. Looking at the man before me, I suddenly felt like he was a stranger. The deep affection in his eyes—it had all been an act. Even his concern had an expiration date. He seemed to misunderstand my silence, thinking I was throwing a tantrum. "Marcus, Celeste isn't sick." I looked into his eyes, speaking each word clearly. "Her kidney failure is fake. The person who saved you that day was—" Before I could finish, Marcus's expression darkened.