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Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

Matt voiced out. "Shut up Matt! I have not come here for your stories, I know you won't agree that you killed my parents. I know you're very powerful but trust me, I will keep coming for you till I get revenge for my parents death." I replied, moving around Matt and preparing to strike. We were fierce and relentless. Each strike of our claws and parry of our weapons carried the weight of our broken trust. I fought with every ounce of my being, my movements fluid and calculated. I could feel the power of my packmates fighting alongside me,their unwavering support serving as an anchor.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

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.

Roman's POV "It's ill luck to speak against the dead, Roman." Mother scolded me on the phone. I rolled my eyes, my gaze settling on the moving streets. I'm fashionably late for my meeting with Lucien and my so-called wife-to-be. Tim, my driver, is zooming through the street like being too late to this meeting could cost him his job. "Mum, I'm only saying I wish Dad didn't sign the marriage clause in his contract with Lucien. Why do I have to get married to Lucien's daughter to reclaim my rights to the Lotus-tale park?"

She wants to see the world burn because I took away her perfect ending. “And as for the damage to the Vance name?” she whispered, a chilling smile playing on her lips. “My father will spin the story. He’ll say I was the brave woman who refused to marry a liar and a cheat. I will not be a victim, Killian. I will be the one who exposed the lie. My strength will be built on the ruins of your name.” I felt the last flicker of hope die inside me. There was no reasoning with her. Her desire for revenge was absolute.

She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Revenge is bullshit, Miss who you are...” The four stared at her because of what she said. “What? It’s true that revenge is nonsense.” “What brings you here? You can go home now,” Angelo said. “All I can say is that revenge is a load of nonsense and a waste of time, but I’m not saying that money is a waste of time. Don’t worry, I’ll assist you and you’ll compensate me. I am reasonable and not a traitor... So, who exactly are you? Our leader?” She fixed her gaze on me.

he asked once more, his eyes glaring daggers at me. “Yes dad, I had to do it, that was the only way for me to get enough money to get revenge on your behalf. For fucks sake, I thought you were all dead, I spent five years planning my revenge on king Dominic, I kept enough money to get revenge for my family and when I saw an opportunity to come into his Castle, I took it without a second thought because I wanted to have my revenge. How on earth am I supposed to know that you were all alive, why didn’t you search for me?” I asked him, forcing out a few drops of tears to make my story sell. My mom and my sister came forward and hugged me right, rubbing circles around my back.

He died and had died for a sin he didn't commit and it had been all her fault because she had stayed close to him so much that he became too attached to her, even up to the point of taking revenge on her behalf. She had wanted revenge but not in this manner, it made her heart bleed. Was she a bad person for how she had planned her revenge. Was it worth it, even with the results that seemed as if all her efforts had not being worth it. Would innocent people have lived if she had not involved them all in her revenge plans. Walking up ahead while dragging her suitcase behind her, she stumbled and bumped against someone, a man to be precise. The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.