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That would truly bring her joy! "How is it possible...?" Mrs. Smith's mind buzzed with confusion. The news was too shocking, and she couldn't process it immediately. "The truth is just that, and nothing is impossible!" Mrs. Davis took a sip of her coffee and spoke in a low voice. Hatred brought her back to the state she was in when she first returned to the country, solely driven by the desire for revenge.

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

After more than ten hours, I landed safely. Blake sent me some videos using an untraceable number. When I watched them, I saw Nigel’s reaction after hearing I had “died” in the fire. He was hugging the charred remains and crying like he was in deep pain. “Olivia, I just got you back. Why did you leave me again?” Because we made the fire look like a gas leak accident, Nigel truly believed I had suddenly died. He blamed himself and cried hard.

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

West POV Every waking day, I wake with a desire to burn the Crescent pack to the ground, but one thing my late father always taught me is that, patience is a virtue, I've experienced a different level of emotions for a year now, and nothing beats the revenge I've been longing for, the burning desire to hold those that killed my family and ditched out the exact cruelty meted at my pack and my family. “Rio!!!” “Yes Alpha” my brother answered from within the den

They dug up all my award records and research achievements. They found articles about my groundbreaking work on silver poisoning cures. They discovered stories about the struggles of starting my healing practice from nothing. Every word of praise for my work became a sharp blade piercing the Blackwood family's reputation. The comments sections were brutal. "How could they treat their own daughter like this?" "This girl was a genius and they threw her away for a fake!" "The Blackwood family should be ashamed!" By the next morning, Blackwood pack lost millions of dollars in a single day.

Ashes and Exposure. The morning arrived not with light, but with chaos. Jerry burst into Aria’s office, a grim look carved into his face. In his hand, a tablet, vibrating with alert after alert. News headlines blared across the screen. GRANT CORP SCANDAL: ILLEGAL PATENTS AND COVER-UPS EXPOSED BREAKING: CEO ARIA CADEN LINKED TO DEFUNCT BLACK-MARKET TECH RING Aria, seated calmly moments ago, stood abruptly, her eyes widening in disbelief.

I wasn't going to judge my best friend of how many years—ten, fifteen—just because of a mistake I made for five years of my life. Five years wasn't equal to ten years, and I definitely shouldn't have accused her. I hit my head against the ground not so slightly when I laid back down on the ground, and I stared up at the stars for minutes before standing up again. I think I know exactly what to do now to get my revenge.

Is this woman even in her senses? “I wasn’t talking on phone DAMMIT! I was talking to myself and I guess she didn’t listen to what I said carefully. I was thinking and talking about the old times when I was hell bent on taking my revenge on her. I didn’t mean it at all.” Steve sighed and placed the ice pack aside. “Explain it to Cassie”

His thick brown locks fell across his forehead as he shook his head, giving him an intriguingly helpless appearance. Before continuing, he said, "Sorry to get off the subject," apologizing to the interviewer, Mark. I have no plans to apologize for the quality of my work. It can stand on its own merits. People either appreciate it for what it is and pay for it, or they don't. Since it sells, many others believe it satisfies a need for amusement.