The Revenge Of Begonia Novels & Stories

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.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

she said patronizingly. "Rue, be gentle," Tate cautioned. I rolled my eyes but nodded. That angered Begonia. She lunged at me furiously, throwing heavy punches. I dodged and evaded her attempts. "So much for taking it easy," I mocked. Begonia continued to struggle to land a punch or kick, but she couldn't. Having had enough of her antics, I counterattacked, landing hits on her while considering Tate's advice—being gentle but still enough to cause pain. Begonia was no match for me and couldn't last a minute. Soon, she was on the ground, unmoving.

- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts. She opens a smile leaving the library and leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is. Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us. Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

She remained quiet still looking in his eyes, then he made the puppy face which made her laugh. "Stop..hehehe.. of course I will go with you, how can I say no to my fake boyfriend hmm.." she said in-between laughs. She thought this was a great opportunity for her to reinvent herself before coming back for her revenge. He got up excitedly pulling her up with him and hugging her once again.

Bianca felt she was exacting revenge for Dorian throwing her aside. She felt she had discovered his financial misbehaviour entirely on her own. The truth, though, is different. I had arranged every last piece of evidence in her way. Knowing she would not object to the chance to be the one bringing him down, I had made sure she discovered the offshore accounts, the illegal transactions, the political bribes. Her perfect weapon was her need for retribution. And now that weapon has been released. I breathed gently, savouring the thought that within hours Dorian Tempest's meticulously chosen empire would start to fall apart.

They stood facing each other, two people who had once been husband and wife, but were now nothing more than two strangers. Ariana waited a few seconds, hoping Nathaniel would step aside. But he remained standing there, as if still wanting to test the extent of her resolve. Without thinking, Ariana lifted the vase of flowers by the door and swung it violently to the floor. Shards of glass scattered, the sound echoing throughout the room. Nathaniel was startled, but his laughter quickly returned. "That's really impressive. You want to show me you're serious?" Ariana took a deep breath. "I've been silent long enough, long enough to accept your treatment without fighting back. But now, I won't l

"How are you certain that Joseph would care about her?" "Well... I believe Chloe possesses more value for manipulation than Xavia." "Can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong?" "No..." "For now, let Chloe be. Allow her to proceed with her pregnancy undisturbed, and we’ll come up with a foolproof plan in due time. Let's not forget that Xavia's pregnancy is only one month behind hers." Revenge was not merely about committing acts of violence. It was about identifying the other person's vulnerabilities, ruthlessly crushing them, and subjecting them to absolute humiliation.