Sweeter Than Revenge Ao3 Novels & Stories

"They're pushing me to my limit." Riley placed her hands on mine, her eyes full of worry. "Athena, are you okay?" she asked softly. I looked up at her, and honestly, right now, different emotions were flowing through me, but the most prominent was anger. I was so pissed that I didn't mind going along with Austin's idea. But death was not an appropriate punishment for Dylan and his buddies. "I'm so pissed. I can barely contain my rage. He really had to do this, but I'm grateful. It only makes my thirst for revenge greater," I answered, squeezing her hand softly.

Mike warned her before she could carry on. Sarah gritted her teeth, heaving her anger. Mike bent down to untie her legs when his nose grazed the sweet smell of chocolate on her shiny legs, hitting him hard. Deep exhale swirled on her thighs, clenching a bit higher than it should. His eyes drooped off, inhaling the smell again. This time, with conscious bad intentions. When he opened up, there was no longer anger in it.

“Would you love to see me tried in court and be thrown in jail despite being innocent?” For a moment, Adrian's heart stopped. He blinked and shook his head to dismiss every conflicting thought in him. “Emotional blackmail doesn't work with me.” he scoffed. “And yes, even if you are my sister and you do this to another man, I'll make the authorities subject you to the worst punishment ever.” “As an only child, I'd rather adopt seeing a stranger on the street as my sister than having a heartless woman like you as one.” His phone buzzed with a message as soon as he finished talking. It was another different video release of her sex tape on their wedding eve.

Chapter 175 Arya's POV Revenge did not feel the way I once imagined it would. For the last few years of planning it, I thought it would taste sweet and satisfying. I thought watching Derek suffer would heal something broken inside me. I thought seeing Cassidy lose everything would somehow erase the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering why I was never enough for the people I loved. But sitting across from Milo in the quiet living room of my apartment, I realized revenge was not sweet at all. It was heavy, like carrying wet clothes against your skin for too long.

The warmth in my chest was still there, fluttering and impossible to ignore. I typed again. “On whether this is work or not.” The three dots appeared, disappeared, then came back again. He didn’t respond right away, and that alone felt like its own answer. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling while I waited. Four minutes later, his reply came through. “It’s not work.” I read it twice. Then a third time. The feeling in my chest got stronger, like something bright and scary opening up inside me. I still couldn’t name it. I just knew I wanted to say yes.

They used to ask me many questions about her, and I used to tell them all about my mother. I want her memory to be carried on through the family. That is why I like to give them the art. The pieces are timeless. They are also worth a lot of money. My mother's jewelry will be split between Bella and Norma. I want all of them to remember her like I will never forget her. I like them to tell their children one day about her, about how my own father and his girlfriend murdered her. I want them to know about how awful they were. I also like my grandchildren to remember how beautiful she was. I had my revenge, and I understand it was not what I suspected it should be. I thought it would give me cl

“Good. You deserve it. You didn’t even ask Alaric for alimony after what he did.” “I don’t want anything from him,” I snap. The bitterness in my voice surprises even me. “I don’t want his money. I just want people to know he’s a cheating bastard, but you won’t let me.” Soren’s eyes darken, his jaw tightens. “Sweetheart, what he did to you deserves more than swift revenge. Do you really want quick justice? Or would you prefer something slow… something he won’t even see coming?” The question takes me off guard. I look at him, my heart pounding. “Slow,” I whisper, the word slipping from my lips like a confession. “I want slow revenge.”

“ Why are you smiling like that ? “ asked Damian laughing a little . “ I am just thinking……….how weird life is . I mean , I was only thinking about taking revenge and become the leader of the Landar family . It never crossed my mind that I would be standing at an altar “ Revenge always leaves a bitter taste and emptiness in the hearts of others but…….I never knew that the taste of my revenge could be so sweet . This is my sweet revenge . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ From now on , it will get even sweeter from now on . “ said Damian with a warm smile as he patted Angelo’s shoulder . “ Mommy we will be forever together and happy now , will we ? “ said Angelo . “ Yes , son ! After every stor

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.