Sweet Revenge 211 Novels & Stories

I really enjoy helping around the shop. My phone rings as I’m cleaning out the tables. Looking down at the screen, I look at the unfamiliar number in question and answer. “Hello?” To my surprise, a familiar male voice answers. “Hello, this is Detective Colin Vane. Am I speaking to Sophia?” My gaze meets Maleah’s speculative one as I answer. “Yes, this is Sophia. What can I do for you, Detective Vane?” He sighs over the line and answers. “Actually, Sophia, I was wondering if you have a few minutes to go over the other night’s events. I’ll meet you anywhere.” I look back at Maleah, who quirks a questioning brow. “Sure, detective. How about you meet me at my friend’s sweet shop it’s called Swee

Instead, she walked away towards Victor. Mia screamed with horror. Her bodyguards are lying on the floor unconsciously. A group of bikers materialized from Sussane's bedroom. Everything happened so fast before Mia could blink, she is standing alone in front of Matteo who is injured and bleeding heavily. Sussane stabbed him on the left side, just under his shoulder blade. The knife came out from the other side. Mia is worried that she intentionally stabbed him near his heart. She Saw with horror when Sussane went and stood beside Victor and soon her ex-boyfriend Tim joined them as well.

"I want to go alone, don't worry, I will be careful and not damage anything." Jethro looked at Gemma's back and whispered, "This place is meant for you." Jethro didn't understand why Gemma wouldn't acknowledge herself. He held all the evidence that proved she was his wife, Gemma Robert. Whenever he wanted, he could force Gemma to accept the truth because he discovered that when Gemma attempted suicide on the cliff, she didn't die but was saved by Harvey. But Gemma suffered a severe blow to the head, affecting her memory and preventing her from recognizing him.

said Andrew touching Celine's very pale face. The man turned his gaze to wipe away the tears that had fallen too much down his cheeks. Andrew looked back at Celine and smiled dryly. "I will avenge your killers. I will not release anyone who will be your killer. I will really kill him," said Andrew full of vengeance. Andrew had closed Celine's body back until it was completely covered. The man stepped away from the room where Celine's corpse was. Andrew must take his revenge on the real culprit. ***

“ I do ! “ said Antonio with a smile . “ By the power bestowed to me , I declare you officially married . Congratulations ! You may now seal this sacred vow with a kiss . “ said the priest . Damian and Antonio smiled then looked at each other . Damian slowly placed his hand on Antonio’s check and approached his face near to him . “ You are my first woman and my last man . I love you Antonio . “ said Damian whispering at his ear . “ I love you too Damian Wright . I love you very much . “ said Antonio smiling . They held each other’s hand then Damian noticed Antonio smiling in a weird way . “ Why are you smiling like that ? “ asked Damian laughing a little . “ I am just thinking……….how weird l

“You did not imagine that. You did not make it up. What she was doing to you and to this company was real.” She was right. I knew she was right. My own accountant had built the case piece by piece and I had sat across that desk and watched the numbers line up like a verdict I couldn’t argue with. The Mercer account. The Hartwell transfers. Serena’s access codes on every single one. And yet… I kept replaying the horror on her face when I had her removed. The way her hands reached for me while screaming my name. Like I was making a very big mistake. I had called her seven times after security took her out. She hadn’t answered once.

Susan whispered, grabbing my elbow to hide the gesture. "I am calm," I lied shamelessly. She knew it. The waitress stopped at our table and gave us a professional, polite smile. "I hope you like the view. My name is Michel, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight." "Oh, great." The sarcasm was so noticeable she arched an eyebrow. "It’s certainly... wonderful." I gave her a forced smile, eyeing the glass railing behind her and imagining myself tossing her over it. God, I wasn't like this! I never would have believed I could have such thoughts.

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?

"I told you I would investigate this. Why are you being so stubborn?" "I..." Before I could finish, that man hissed. "Damn it. You made her lose her memory for four years just to steal her from me. You and your father better start preparing your graves." Benjamin suddenly gave a cold laugh. "That is a ridiculous thing to say. She is Ingrid Aniston, my wife. There is no such thing as stealing her from you. I do not even know who you are. Can you stop talking such nonsense?" I could smell the gunpowder thick in the air. Was a war about to break out here? Fearing the worst, I hid behind Benjamin’s back. I had been defiant moments ago, but after witnessing this heated exchange, I was terrified.

A cigarette burned slowly between her fingers, untouched. The call came through at 11:03. She answered on the second ring. “Well?” she said. The voice on the other end was flat. “Alexander Moretti is dead. Sophie and DeMarco were both at the scene.” Selena closed her eyes for a beat, the wind brushing against her cheek. “And Bruce?” “Already retaliating. Hard. No subtlety.” She smiled without humor. “Of course he is.” The voice asked, “You want me to wait for your signal?”