The Revenge Of Seven Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Serena said to Kiran. Kiran shook his head, pretending not to know as he did not wish to bring up Zenith. Serena did not think much about it. “I don’t know the specifics of each edition, but when I came here, someone told me to focus on the books with the number seven, so I poisoned all books containing that number to control who accessed those books.”

And I felt something rising in my chest that was enormous and burning and had nowhere to go, and I didn't try to contain it. "I want to destroy them," I said. "Every single one of them. I want —" "Ivonne," Thorin said sharply. "Stop. Look at me." I couldn't look at him. I could only look at Seraphina, who was watching me with those steady, ancient eyes, and I said, "How do I get revenge? Tell me. Whatever it takes." "Ivonne, don't —" Thorin started. "Tell me," I said again, directly to the girl.

"If anyone ever does this to you again, don't hesitate to shoot. Then you call me and leave everything to me." I didn't take his gun. I still feel devastated. The thirst for revenge, the pain, the entanglement with him all became tangled up in my mind, and all the memories settled on the man's body. Death! Death! Even though I was reborn, I still faced death. After I met Ferede, I faced more death. It's either my death or someone else's. "I think it's time for me to go home!" I opened my purse to find my phone, then immediately pressed the power button to find out what time it was.

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---

I could still remember the way the air had left my lungs, the way the world had tilted until the floor was the only thing I knew. Katherine was dead. The woman who had twisted the blade in me was gone, killed by the very weapon she had used to end my first existence. Karmic reversal. It sounded like justice, but all I felt was a cold, paralyzing dread. If the universe was balancing the scales, does it mean it's all over?

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

And smiles. Seven days until he gets his hands on Elena Reeves. Seven days until he can use her to destroy his brother. Seven days until he takes everything Dante cares about and burns it to ash. He can wait seven days. He's been waiting five years for revenge. What's one more week?