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Cyrus asked. “I apologised.” I replied, as I stared into the flames. Storm laughed, “alphas don’t apologise, right?” “Very amusing, Storm. I had wronged my mate, and she was owed a proper apology.” “Ugh, don’t fucking tell me that shit. I’m her dad.” Storm pretended to vomit. “I didn’t imply, -“ He gagged once more, “you probably did some nasty feet stuff. Fuck, why am I picturing this?”

Someone did, nobody pulls off a faked death alone, but I don't know who and I don't have enough to work with yet. "She came back," I say. "Of all the places she could have gone, she came back here." "She had a reason," Storm says. "Finally," I say. "You can speak to me without me begging you to." I cross my arms. "Seems you're in a good mood tonight." "I'm always in a good mood when things go the way they should," Storm says, without any apology in it whatsoever. "The way they should," I repeat. "She faked her death, she's been hiding from me for years, I didn't recognize my own mate for weeks, and this is the way things should go?"

“What kind of deal?” “We keep up the act—the fake relationship, the pregnancy story—and I’ll help you with something you actually want…Revenge on Avan and Savannah.” The mention of their names jolted me back to reality. Anger boiled within me, overpowering the attraction I felt toward Asher. “Revenge?” His lips curved into a small, knowing smile, but his eyes were dark and calculating. “I can help you make them pay for what they did to you. Together, we can make them regret ever crossing you.”

She looks unreal, that didn't suppose to make her attitude unreal, Her heart and everything about her was unreal, This isn't the Valerie he was expecting, he was expecting a monster, A sly and a vicious bitch, He was so confused like never before, "you are aren't you ?" Lord Storm said, "If she's really Valerie Barton, she'd take my excuse in desperation to excape, If she's not but a fake one, She'd deny not being a fake Valerie Barton" Lord Storm thought inwardly with a straight grimace at Valerie, "Maybe this is a trick question, there is no way he'd ask me something so ridiculous, He knows well who i am and yet asking again, let me be honest " Valerie thought Inwardly and said, "There is

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

Vanessa mused, “maybe Denver will finally see her for what she is. A liar. A fraud. And she will marry anybody.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “And maybe you’ll get what you want. Revenge.” She met his gaze, unflinching. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Isn’t that what you are after, too?” “Of course. Sweet, painful revenge.” The storm outside began to taper off, but the storm between Vanessa and Marcus only gathered strength. They left the café separately, careful not to attract attention. But as Vanessa stepped into the cool, wet night, she felt lighter than she had in months. And so was Marcus; the game was on.

I will do it" He suddenly screamed. Dante smirked, dropping his gun down. This wasn’t just revenge. It wasn’t even justice. It was retribution. It was a reckoning. And Dante was the storm delivering it.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."