The Taste Of Revenge Book 2 Novels & Stories

I basked in the memory, the taste of sweet revenge lingering on my tongue. Marcellus, the golden boy, the perfect heir. Always the favorite, always the one who had everything handed to him on a silver platter. While I, the second son, had been relegated to the shadows, forced to claw my way to the top, to prove my worth in a world that had always seen me as an afterthought. But no more. After All, he knew this day would come. I had taken what was precious to Marcellus, his mate, his soul. And now, I would watch his brother suffer, would witness the slow, agonizing descent into despair. It was a delicious form of retribution, a slow, agonizing torture that would last a lifetime.

"Counter question. What would have happened if I had withheld it from you and you had found out about these Iubas at some point? If someone tells you that I also knew it without telling you about it? " I would have believed that she would have abused my trust and withheld information that was important to me. If what she said was really true, I would have felt betrayed. After all, it was this event that got me to where I was today. It had been a desire for revenge. And now she was telling me that the monsters that had destroyed my family were still alive. That was ... unthinkable. "Grace." Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine.

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

"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

And the more I wrote, the more I felt that this was the only right thing to do. When I was done, I closed the book and stared at it in satisfaction. This was only the beginning, but I knew that I was on the right track. My revenge would not be deterred by anything. Nothing could stop me now. I reached for the chocolate cake Darwis had brought, broke a small piece, and put it in my mouth. The rich sweetness brought me a momentary relief, but it couldn’t erase the bitterness I felt. I put the cake back down and stood up, staring at my reflection in the window once more.

I wanted to shout at him—why cheat on me, father a child with someone else, and then divorce me? But I couldn’t. I held myself back with every ounce of willpower to not do something foolish. After all… I was Vanesa now. That’s right. Didn’t Vanesa give me full permission to do whatever I wanted with her body? To take revenge for all the pain I’d endured? “Ah, forgive me for getting all sentimental,” he said quickly. “Please feel free to visit anytime, and accept my apologies on Paula’s behalf.” Vanesa was a girl born with undeniable beauty that caught everyone’s attention. But did that work on Orlando? Considering he’d also been tempted by women like Jeany? Well, why not give it a try?

She placed her hand in mine again. This time, it wasn’t for the Council. This time, it was a decision. And as her fingers curled around mine, I realized something terrifying. Two years would never be enough. Because I was already too far gone. And when the time came for her revenge to end… I wasn’t sure I would survive the aftermath.

I leaned on the counter and sipped, looking so tempted by the paper right there In Front of me— It held the information I needed most, the details of the woman that had allegedly murdered my child. With each gulp, I could feel a heavy thud in my heart. It was one that left me feeling numb, one the alcohol couldn't dissolve or make disappear— It was a sweet bitter taste of revenge that burnt right into the buds of my lips leaving an aftertaste that consumed right into my soul. When the sound of water from the faucet hitting the ground and draining off as she sang in the shower, I glance.toward the noise. I wondered how deprived I would be If I went with her. I imagined that she would stop me

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it