The Lady Nun Vows Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"There is no honor or protection in your actions. You have only sown chaos and destruction in pursuit of your own vengeance." "Fuck you all." Erdem says and then exits as does Habbab. My revenge is not only against Derya, but also against all those who have been involved in this web of lies and betrayal. I will not rest until they have paid for their sins and suffered as much as I have suffered.

She took a moment to gather her own thoughts before she began to speak, her voice filled with a blend of sorrow and determination. "Kevin, I... I never intended for things to turn out this way," Vanya started, her voice trembling. "When we met at Heimzel Morzend bar, I was driven by a deep desire for revenge. I saw an opportunity to infiltrate your company and expose the secrets that had brought my father's company to ruin." ‌ Her words hung heavily in the air as she continued her confession. Vanya revealed how her family had suffered immensely after Kevin's company had deceived and bankrupted her father's business. The pain she had carried with her fueled her thirst for justice and revenge.

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

The first thing that came into Raphael's mind was that from where in hell she had gotten that thing? When Jes's eyes fell on a girl who was recording her, she staggered towards the girl. "You should have taken his permission before filming him. Look now he is angry." Jes exclaimed drunkenly before holding the raccoon close to the girl's face. The girl screamed in horror before stumbling away from Jes. Jes, the woman Raphael had admitted of being in love with in front of his friends not even ten minutes ago. "When you told us she's different, you forgot to add that she is a little lose in the head too." Raphael groaned inwardly at Aidan's remark.

Lira's POV Morning confessional reeked of old wood and sin. I sat in the shadowed booth, veil low, heart slamming against my ribs. Zara's poison failed, but my blade wouldn't. The rosary hung heavy around my neck, beads hiding the star-blade—folded thin, razor-sharp, forged in nebula fires. One slash across his throat, and it'd be done. Queen Mother's voice echoed in my head: "Avenge the desecrated shrines. End the defiler." The curtain rustled. Footsteps. It was him. Julian slid into the other side, his presence filling the space like smoke. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I whispered, my voice trembling just right—innocent nun.

“Y—yes, I understand, my lady.” “Good.” “I’m sure you’re smart enough to learn the consequences of going against me…because I’ll make sure Varkos will never know where I’ll throw your rotting dead body,” Lady Ravena finished calmly. “He will never even think to ask.” Her eyes raked me from head to toe in one disgusting look, then she turned towards the kitchen door. Her footsteps echoed across the floor—measured, deliberate, until the door closed behind her with a soft, final click.

Nolan contradicts easily, “Her pursuit of revenge would be all for nothing if she doesn’t kill Jadeline herself. You don’t understand what a personal vendetta against those who wronged you is.” I looked appreciatively at Nolan who said what I find hard to admit. It was childish and petty so I’m not sure I should really say it out loud. Rowan spoke, “I don’t intend to be rude but for the better good of everyone, I think we can no longer afford such emotionally-driven decisions.” He was right and for a moment, I considered maybe relenting until Luciana said, “No, I agree. Veronica has to kill her.” She looked at everyone in the chamber and explained, “If Jadeline has a contract with a dark bei

His tail wagged angrily, responded to his fear yet enrage heart. “You see… revenge is a dish best served/eaten cold.” The lady said coldly. “Who the fuck are you?” “Me? You do know me, Chayan. In fact too well.” The lady levitated into the sky, watching Chayan as she ascended. “I don’t know you.” The lady discarded the leather glove that she was wearing and flashed her perfect hand. Chayan lowered his body, responding to the sudden movement of the lady. He slowly reached out the handler of the sword while eyeing the lady.