Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

She look outside and saw the employees are looking at them, and some are even recording them. "Close the door secretary May! Take down all the curtains now!" She screamed out of her lungs like crazy. "You're afraid for other people to know your real color?" Calista cuts her from screaming at her secretary. "I think you should be more afraid at me cause I got a pie for you my fake mother-in-law." She put all the documents, files and papers on the top of the table. Evanthe look at it one by one and see it and found out that everything she tried to secretly steal and transfer to her name are all back to Hadrian's name.

She pointed at the camera on the wall, then went there and signaled them to watch the movement of her hand. They watched attentively as she shut off the camera in a twinkle of an eye and put it on review. It kept showing them looking up even when they are now looking at the desktop. "This way, nobody will suspect a thing and before they notice that the camera is on refresh for them to call for backups, you must have been done and already on your way out. The reason why you have the military uniforms is also not to arouse suspicions immediately until you guys get to kill the persons shown to you before"

He is her uncle? "Hello, Alice," Stranger Theo says, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" she says looking at him in disgust, "Oh, Congratulations guys, mission accomplished. You two found The Silent Man," he says clapping. Alice and I look at each other in horror. He can't be. Why would the silent man just expose himself like this, unless he wants to kill us so the secret wouldn't go out. Shit! We need to act quickly. I looked at Alice and she looked at me confused. When I turn to look at Theo, he has his back to us clicking on his phone.

“Maybe the truth is… you don’t even want revenge anymore. Maybe the truth is, you’d rather stay here and play servant, because you’re too afraid of what happens after it’s done.” Silence crushed between them. Laura stood still, her nails biting into her palms, her mind screaming but her mouth refusing to open. Colin’s eyes narrowed one last time. “If this is your plan, Laura, then it’s not vengeance. It’s surrender. And I don’t recognize you anymore.” He turned from her, leaving the words hanging in the air like poison, sinking deep into her chest. The silence between them stretched, thick with venom and unsaid words. Laura’s hands trembled at her sides, fists digging into her palms so hard

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

“Oh stop with your bullshit, it doesn't work that way for me. I have wanted my revenge since the very day I saw you and you were the perfect one to get my revenge on. So here it is. My perfect revenge.” “I am sorry Giovanni for whatever me and my father put you through but I can't let you go with Grace.” Silvano said and suddenly, the silence was shattered by the screech of tires and the slamming of car doors outside. Not one. Not two. Dozens. The silence of the abandoned café was instantly replaced by the muffled sounds of heavy boots rushing toward the entrance. Giovanni's head snapped toward the door, his smirk finally breaking, replaced by a flicker of disbelief. “What is this?”

Silas didn’t stay long. He had seen enough. The names. The faces. The plan. And most of all — the truth. This wasn’t just an attack on Daniel Harper. It was a revenge mission, orchestrated by Claire Whitmore. She was waiting to take his life in silence like it was so normal. Silas shut down the camera, slipped it back into his belt, and began to retreat — slow, silent, every step calculated. He retraced his path across the buckling floor, avoiding loose metal, stepping only where the wood held. The voices below had faded. The generator hummed. The room was darkening.

Her fingers traced the signatures, the accounts, the lies. She could end it. With one whisper, one reveal, she could bring both Damien and Vanessa crashing down. But the thought terrified her as much as it thrilled her. So she folded the papers neatly, slid them back into their hiding place, and whispered to the empty room: “Not yet.” Her silence had become her weapon. But every weapon demanded blood. And Sierra knew it was only a matter of time before she learned the true price.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.