The Rebirth Of Noble Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

" But Morgana, revenge...,.." "I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn and will burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" she proclaimed, before walking off, not caring whether he had anything more to say to her.

The bloodline that murdered you and your child on cold marble while your family watched. Yet my body didn’t care. The reborn form reacted to his distant presence like a magnet , core throbbing, skin flushed, breaths coming slightly faster. The internal conflict tore at me. Revenge demanded cold detachment and calculated seduction. This new body demanded something far more primal and dangerous.

Everyone thinks she's a country bumpkin that doesn't deserves to be with Long Chen. She sat on a chair near the bar shelf staring at the people dancing happily. The party is booming and full of life. She instinctively glanced at Long Chen and saw him discussing with some people. She couldn't help but feel remorseful and indebted towards him. He lost his life in her past life because of her stupid actions. She has always been stupid. Had she treated him well in her past life, he wouldn't have been so indifferent towards her in this life. Hmph, She regretted it.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Someone who didn’t do anything wrong. I let out a long breath. I had no idea I’d been holding that in. As Nathaniel pulled into the parking lot, he finally spoke. “What’s your play about?” “Death and Rebirth. I play a girl who falls in love and is betrayed by her lover. She’s killed and offered a chance by a goddess to come back to life. She uses this chance to gain her revenge and find love with someone else.” I explained. Mom wrote the play. I spent weeks practicing. Some plays require no talking, just the beat and bodies telling the stories.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

She chuckled wryly, her laugh sounding as hysterical as if she had gone mad. Lloyd looked at her icily and said, "Neve, don't think you're innocent. You've done so many wrong things. This is your retribution." Neve finally stopped laughing and retorted, "Yes, this is my retribution, I admit it. But Lloyd, are you really innocent? Don't forget the blood on your hands—your son's blood. You will never be able to wash it clean. I accept my defeat, but I'll wait for you in prison until the day you get what's coming to you."

If it weren't for personally experiencing her tactics, Natalie might have thought that the lady before her was no different from other noble wives. This kind of gentleness seemed as if Rebecca's past tactics were truly a process to better Natalie as a person! "It's not really important if it's resentment or not, right? After all, I no longer have any relationship with you or the Johnson family!" Resentment? For people like them, the best revenge was indifference. Once, they used to press her down. Now, she stood at the pinnacle, making them look up to her.

"You really should think about this." Fon said for the third time. Judy was back in her hiding place, going over her conversation with Lomel. "I have." She told Fon coldly. "No. If you are thinking you would see you are going down a dangerous path. Forget revenge and the throne. Leave this place before things get worse." Fon begged. "I am getting my revenge and my throne. If you won't help me then keep quiet!" Judy mentally went over Lomel's requirements. Most were easy. Flesh of an enemy, done. Silver waters, she knew just the place. Only one thing troubled her, the blood of an innocent. The only innocent she could think of was a new born baby.