روايات وقصص ضمن Scent Of Revenge Chinese Drama

“That’s right, Martin. I did it for Mom’s own good. “Don’t you think she’s been acting like a completely different person since she suddenly came back to life? “Situations like this usually mean she needs a man, or, like Rose, she’s just jealous of my good fortune, and so she’s deliberately targeting me. “If it really comes to it, we should just send Mom to a psychiatric hospital.” At that point, I could no longer endure it and violently overturned the coffee table. Everything on it clattered to the floor. Water spilled everywhere as all three of them sprang to their feet, faces filled with terror. I was just about to slap Penny across the face when she suddenly thrust out her stomach and sc

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

I heard Helen scream,a chair hit violently across the floor. My instincts took over. “Walter”. “I'm here”. A dull thud echoed nearby,then someone screamed then another crash. Then an unmistakable sound of struggle, Maria cried out. “ Miss Vivian”. Before I could grab her,a glove hand held my wrists. Hard,the grip was powerful and cold. A familiar cold voice whispered in my ear. “You should have stayed dead”. Every hair on my body stood. That voice,then fragments. Rain,the smell of gasoline then the voice saying finish her.

This was her way of coping, her way of fighting back against the pain that threatened to consume her. In the dim light of her apartment, Lena's eyes gleamed with a mix of pleasure and determination. She would reclaim her power, one night at a time, one lover at a time. And in this moment, as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was her revenge, her way of taking control, and she reveled in it.

“And as for my reputation... I don’t care anymore. As long as I can damage Lefebvre’s, make him pay for what he’s done to me, it’ll be worth it. The fact that he’ll think he lost his wife—that she left him for me—will drive him insane. She’ll become a sort of trophy, and that alone will push him over the edge. “Besides... haven’t you noticed? Both times we’ve met with her, she’s worn perfumes that could sell incredibly well. And I’m certain she made them herself. Oliver, arrogant as he is, probably never even considered adding them to his product line.” “I don’t like the way you’re talking about her—as if she were just a prize. She’s a person, with feelings. But I’m not going to argue with y

But at night, there is a strange feeling, because the old Chinese Banyan has roots from a tree that pierced the ground, looking murky and scary. Suddenly she felt, from where she was sitting there was a big hole going through the middle of the tree. She just looked at it like that. Suddenly she smelled a faint scent somewhere, gradually blended into the thick nose to choke. “Cough cough cough…” She was constantly coughing. Looking around the living room, I did not see any smoke, casually glancing out into the garden, smoke billowing like mist or someone burning something out there. She was worried that someone would break into the house and start a fire, so she ran as fast as she could to th

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

He didn't even let go of his hand. Now and then, Scoot glanced at Bianca. The man was watching the woman he said had killed his friend. Scoot's eyes were very fixed, he was just silent, I don't know what he was thinking. Once in the yard, Scoot dragged Bianca back inside. The woman was still trying to rebel, even violently biting her hand. But Scoot was ignored. "Xavier," Scoot shouted several times, until the person he was looking for appeared from inside.

My revenge plan was back on, and this time, I'd see it to the end, and just like a moth drawn to a flame, My phone beeped, and Antonio's name flashed on the screen. I connected the call without a second thought. "I thought you'd take forever to reach out." He chuckled darkly. "Hello, Amore (love)."