The Revenge Of Begonia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

The Revenge Plan Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

The lump in my throat was sharp, and I had to fight it back, I hadn’t come here for pity. I exhaled shakily. “I know what you’re doing, Christiana.” Her brow creased instantly, confusion flashing across her face. “What do you mean?” I shifted, my eyes searching hers, my voice lowering until it was barely more than a rasp. “Revenge.” The word carved through the quiet like a blade. She blinked, her lips parting, the color draining from her face. “You’ve been trying to get your revenge on Bella… and you’ve been using me to do it.”

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

“Renee is after me, she’s a crazy bit... she’s a crazy woman and if it’s me she wants, she’ll do anything. I can’t put you guys at risk, not when she’s stalking me and after she murdered Doris.” “I don’t understand... who is she? Why is she after you?” “We hooked up in the past, even before my wife. It was supposed to be a one time thing but Renee wanted more... she kept stalking me even after I married Doris. She felt Doris was the reason I avoided her.” “That’s why she killed Doris.” “Doris isn’t the reason I avoided her, Renee is a crazy bitch, she takes crazy risks and...” He paused and reached into his pockets again but got out a burner phone this time.

“Thiago knows we’re working together.” Cynthia smirked. “Of course he does. I wanted him to.” Victor narrowed his eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” She tilted her head. “Am I? Or am I just finally making my move?” Victor crossed his arms. “What’s your endgame, Cynthia?” She set her glass down and stood, walking toward him. “Revenge, Victor. The kind that doesn’t just hurt—it destroys.” Victor’s jaw tightened. “And if Thiago figures out what you have?”

Roxie’s sharp gaze fell on Madam Banners as she said, “I still remember how you took my father away and bullied my mother in the past. If you truly think that I’m still the same little girl who couldn’t protect her family back then, then you’re wrong.” Madam Banners yelled with reddened eyes, “So you’re here for revenge!” Roxie said, “If you guys had been kind to me, I would’ve been here to repay my father’s kindness for giving birth to me. Since you’ve been horrible, then yes, I’m here to seek vengeance. It seems that your old patterns haven't changed one bit.” Bebe was hiding in her mother’s arms while trembling in anger. She was afraid that her face would be disfigured, and her hatred tow

The corridor seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their battle, every wall and shadow complicit in their war. Flames roared in the chamber. Ash’s control of the environment turned the room into a deadly chessboard: molten streaks, falling debris, and swaths of smoke. Bianca rolled under a burning beam, emerging with her daggers raised, eyes fixed on the daughter who had once been a child. “You think this is revenge,” Ash said, voice melodic and cruel. “But it is creation. Every scar, every death, every fear you feel is my gift.” Bianca’s breath came in measured bursts. She could see the trap now the ceiling rigged to collapse, floor panels glowing with molten wire. Ash had planned for her moth

The girl necromancer who had stolen his heart. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, rocking the motionless girl slightly in his arms and not looking at her anymore, as she wasn’t coming to herself. “It’s because of me that Livia Rendan became like that. It’s my fault that she wanted to take revenge. Forgive me, little one.” Angelina, becoming colder and stiller, didn’t answer. Reive closed his eyes that were stinging as if from powdered glass. His throat was smarting, his breast torn by a hardly restrained cry.

Stella groaned. "I thought the meeting was over?" *** Stella and Gena looked around to see Ivy standing on the doorway looking at them with prying eyes. "This is not the time for regret. If Celina hadn't come here, she would still die in the streets. If you didn't bring Sophia here, she might have died in that hotel room that night. Have you guys thought about that?" Ivy frowned at them. "Maybe… just maybe if there was nothing like enmity in this world, it would be such a sweet place and no one would have to ever have any cause for revenge, death too would be rare" Stella said sadly.