Novel & Cerita The Revenge Of Seven Book

He was too quiet. Revenge wasn’t rage — it was strategy. And no one strategized like Damian Hart. He stared out at the skyline again, at the world she loved, and whispered, “Let’s see how well you stand without me.” Zariah’s POV By noon, her world was cracking. The first call came from her head of finance — one of the quiet, nervous types who never called unless the numbers screamed. “Zariah, there’s a pattern,” he said. “Withdrawals, liquidations. Not public yet, but… it’s spreading.”

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

Zak POV: Rolling over, I groan as the bright light of the morning assaults my eyes. "f*****g bright" I mutter as I force myself to sit up and stretch my tired body. Groaning as the headache hits me with a vengeance, I stumble to the shower, desperate to wash away the memories of last night. Wincing as I breath in a hint of Tanya's sickly sweet perfume, I mentally slap myself at giving in to her advances.

That was the plan. Then revenge.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Handle with care. “Open it carefully,” V advised. Anna’s hands trembled as she broke the seal. Inside were documents that connected her father to an intricate web of power, betrayal, and ambition she had never imagined. Names of people she recognized, and others she didn’t, formed a network of alliances, debts, and threats. The Orlov empire was not just wealthy—it was dangerous, calculating, and ruthless. Hours passed as she pored over the papers, piecing together hidden motives, secret agreements, and forgotten promises. Each discovery brought more questions than answers, each revelation a new layer of danger.

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

"A loud noise in the office archive room yesterday triggered a flashback. I remembered something from my past…seven years ago. I saw a burning house, and I saw a tall man standing in the shadows watching my family die. I need to remember who he is. I need to know the truth." She stood up, walking over to wrap her hands around his empty mug, her tone turning firm but gentle. "But you need to rest up first. Go back, sleep, and once you're fully recovered, I will sit down and explain everything to you. Then, you can help me." Christopher didn't stand up. He looked up at her from the sofa, his pale face looking incredibly vulnerable. "Can't I just stay over tonight?" Christopher asked softly. “C

I held the pup close, my heart racing as I watched the two wolves battle above. Within a heartbeat, Damian’s wolf plummeted. For a fleeting moment, the scene overlapped with a memory in my last life, but this time, he fell alone. He turned slightly to me, muttering, “It’s useless. An Omega’s curse has no power.” I let out a cold, satisfied smile, watching him close his eyes in despair as he tumbled into the abyss below the Sacred Ridge. At last, I felt the weight of my past life lift from my heart. It was he who brought about his own ruin.

His reason for breathing. Timothy Hemsworth had died in that shack. That boy—the scared, broken child who begged the universe for mercy was gone. Now, there was Tim Dorian. A man sharpened by suffering. A man forged by hunger, betrayal, and a mother’s final plea. A man who wanted revenge with every fibre of his being. Revenge against Madison Wellman. Revenge against the city that spat on his family’s name. And more than anything—justice, a chance to clear Elena’s memory once and for all.