The Art Of Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Author's POV "I DON'T CARE! FIND HIM! TRACK HIM! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM JUST DO IT, UNDERSTOOD???" Dylan ended the call as he looked at Josiah who was pacing around the office furiously. "I.. I am sorry buddy! I didn't know he would go to this length to take revenge", But Joshiah wasn't willing to hear any apologies or excuses, he angrily interrupted his sentence. "Ivy is paying for what she knows nothing about. You know this is all your fault Dylan. You told him lies about and now, all he has ever thought of is revenge. A FALSE REVENGE DYLAN! A FALSE REVENGE! Why didn't you tell him the truth?",

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

"You’re using my father’s life as a bargaining chip for your revenge." I turned, shaking the water from my hands. I didn't look at him with hatred; I looked at him with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. "I’m using my skill as a surgeon to offer a service, Mr. Ardent. Revenge would be walking out of that door and letting Nature take its course. Do you want to sign, or should I call the morgue to start prepping a cold slab for the Chairman?"

His name is Sébastien, he is thirty-nine years old, he is married, he has two children, he works in a small business in the city, he earns a living, he pays his taxes, he lives his life, he tries to be happy, to forget, not to think about what he did, what he didn't do, what he should have done, and today, he is in my office, he is sitting across from me, his hands are trembling, his eyes are darting away, his voice is cracking, and he tells me, he begs me, he asks me not to do to him what I did to the others, not to destroy him, not to annihilate him, not to take everything he has, everything he built, everything he loves, everything he has left, because he wasn't like the others, because h

"You're a real scam artist! You have chicken and ducks at home, yet you're charging us ten dollars for a meal? Do you have no conscience for exploiting workers like us?" With that, she threw rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables all over me in a fit of rage.

If he is involved with Kael, we must deal with him as a threat. My heart hurt even to think about it. "But he is my friend! I just can't believe he could betray us! Ash placed a hand on her shoulder. "We must think clearly, Sophia. Emotions becloud our judgment. Your father is right. We must protect our pack." The howling in the distance grew louder, sending ripples of fear down Sophia's spine. "They're coming!" she screamed, panic high in her chest. "People, to battle!" Robert thundered on as his voice rumbled on. "Prepare to defend our home!

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

Meanwhile, their gazes toward Arnold and Elaine were filled with unadulterated contempt and anger. Arnold staggered slightly, almost unable to stand. He pointed at my phone and hysterically screamed, "Nonsense! You hired someone to stage this! You'll stop at nothing for revenge, Whitney!" Elaine snapped back to her senses and started crying in his arms. "I knew she won't let us off, Arnold. She's trying to ruin us and Linda!" I coldly watched their act, unbothered to even speak. Their excuses were pointless when the facts were right in front of everyone.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”