Novel & Cerita The Lady Nun Vows Revenge

The dim glow cast off by my laptop lit up the room: the only light aside from the faint moonlight that streamed in through the curtains. I flipped through the pages of my journal, reading through entries I had scrawled with raw, unfiltered anger. Now, it has turned into something far more dangerous: Innocence. Lena Reynolds had stolen my fiancé, my dignity, the story of my life. She had paraded her victory without an ounce of shame. But this was not the same Cassidy Graham she had brought low. I was not the broken woman left at the altar. I had sharpened, focused, and tightened myself for my vengeance: worthy of leaving her gasping.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.

“What are the vows a nun must keep?!” I sneezed, biting down on my bottom lip. “Obedience. Poverty. Chastity,” I whispered, my breath coming out in ragged sobs. “And you've broken two already,” Mother Roselyn retorted. “There's a hickey on your neck. You've been with a man. Regardless of the doctor's confirmation, I know you were with a man.” “I wasn't.” Silence followed after. Then a sharp slap cracked through the room. I cried out, my head snapping to the side. Pain bloomed across my cheek, hot and stinging.

But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade,— There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain—

Six more hours with him sounded like an eternity. Nathan walked behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and grabbed both of her breasts. “You know that I have ruined you, don’t you?” He traced her right nipple with his thumb, gave it a squeeze, and said, “Since you have taken Cupid’s Arrow, you can never be with another man, and the abstinence will kill you. As you know, women are like flowers. If they aren’t watered, they will shrivel up and die. But do not worry, I will make sure that you are good and ‘watered’ before you leave. But how does it feel to know that you will have to live like a nun for the rest of your life.” He chuckled and asked her if she knew why nuns were called ‘n

“She was just a baby. She bears no guilt. And if you ever breathe a word of this, I have ten thousand ways to make sure you never speak again.” My breathing grew laborious before he finally released his grip. “Guards. Escort Lady Leanora to the Convent of St. Mary. She wishes to spend a month in prayer for her sister’s happiness. See her there.” The citizens along the road were not fools. They immediately began whispering and speculating about what had happened.

"Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return." Carmen hesitated for a moment, the weight of the goddess's words sinking in. But then she thought of Cody's cold eyes, Millie's cruel smirk, and the pain they had caused her, cleared all hesitation from her mind. "I accept," she said, her voice firm.

“I only stole from you—“ She forced it out through his grip on her face. “You know I handed him information about your shipments, your accounts, money. But I did not get vittoria killed. I swear on my life.” “You life means nothing!” His hand dropped from her face and closed around her throat. He watched her mouth open and nothing came out, the heel of her legs hit the floor and the chair scraped back a few inches. Her wrists pulled against the rope behind her back, her eyes found his above his outstretched arm—wide and watering. “Th—The nun di-did it.” Like her words repelled him, he let go sharply. She buckled forward, coughing in violent waves, her whole body shaking with it, tears runnin

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.

Pain exploded through my body as they dragged me back, shouting, hitting, reminding me exactly where I stood. When they were done, I lay on the floor, shaking, unable to cry anymore. The next morning, they brought in a woman. “She will be your maid,” one of the guards said. “She will report everything you want to the boss.” The woman avoided my eyes. I nodded numbly. Three days. That number echoed in my head like a countdown I couldn’t stop. That night, alone in the room, I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed silently. I thought of my husband. Thought of his smile. Thought of how he promised to protect me. Anger burned through the grief for the first time.