Sinful Nights Of My Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I rolled my eyes and ignored all of them as I stormed inside and straight up to Harper's bedroom. I tossed my ruined top in the small garbage can next to her bed and slid my bottoms down. "Are you okay?" I screamed at the sound of Asher's voice as I tried to cover my naked body. "Do you mind?!" I was literally completely naked and he just stood there like it was no big deal. "Not at all." He grinned. "Ugh! You are such a pig! Why do girls throw themselves at you?" I grabbed the blanket at the end of Harper's bed and wrapped it around myself.

The night was darker than black when I turned the door knob and it gave way under my light push. I could smell my preys, and it felt really intimate to me. Just a little more time for me to reach them. His daughters. Four of them, ripe for the taking, each a carefully chosen instrument of my vengeance. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about reclaiming my dignity, about carving my pain into his flesh, one daughter at a time. The oldest first, then the next, savouring each conquest, until I reached the youngest, the sweet, untouched eighteen-year-old, the grand finale of my carefully orchestrated symphony of revenge.

The sight fueled my anger, reminding me of the humiliation they had inflicted. I scoffed, a harsh, dismissive sound that echoed in the quiet space. “Sorry? Do you think a mere apology can retract the ripple you made? The entire evening is ruined.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. The evening was far from ruined; it was merely redirected, twisted into an opportunity for my revenge. But Tristan did not need to know that. He remained silent, his head still bowed, a picture of shame. Good. Let him wallow.

This was a mess but the relief was that the only good thing is that the truth about Alexis is not revealed or else it will become more complicated. I know who did this and I am not going to spare him. I thought things between us was getting better but it was all just a misunderstanding. He was doing this to keep me distracted so that he could silently execute his plan. What happened to his taking revenge directly and not backstabbing like me? Right now just the thought of the other night was making me furious, how could I be so naïve and moreover dumb?

Paul milks him until he's spent, until there's nothing left to give. As the waves of pleasure subside, Richard comes back to himself with a start. He realizes the enormity of what he's done, the gravity of his sin. He looks at Paul, sees the smug satisfaction on his face, and feels a surge of anger and self-loathing. "You should go," he says coldly, pulling away from Paul's touch. "Now." Paul stands up slowly, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Father," he says, his voice dripping with false deference. "I'll leave you to your prayers."

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

"I trusted you, and you betrayed me. And worse, you betrayed your own flesh and blood." I hung my head in shame, unable to meet his gaze. After a long pause, Matt spoke again. "You know what? I can't deal with this right now. You can go. But if you ever come near me or my family again, I will not hesitate to use my resources to ensure that you suffer the consequences of your actions." With that, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my shame. I knew I had messed up badly. I had betrayed Matt's trust and sold my own daughter for a meager sum. The guilt and remorse weighed heavily on my heart as I left the mansion, feeling like a complete failure.

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

It was now my turn to give them sleepless nights and make them repay every love I've paid to them but I would make sure they repaid with blood, tears, groans, scars and sweat. Behold! Jasmine's revenge.