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He gave me a small, knowing smile, then told his men to escort my former friend out. I watched her go—defeated again. And still, all I felt was bitterness sitting heavy on my tongue. “You know,” I said quietly, forcing a faint smile, “the aftertaste can ruin even the sweetest first impression.” “That’s inevitable,” he replied. “Revenge feels sweet at first. Then the bitterness sets in—and that’s what stays with you.” “I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” I crossed my arms. “I’ll never regret putting that bitch in her place. If not me, then who?”

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

Twenty years of rage, of planning, of molding myself into the weapon that would finally deliver justice. I capture Avery's mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting triumph and dark magic on her lips. She responds with equal fervor, her body pressing against mine as passion ignites between us. The high of victory, the intoxicating rush of revenge finally fulfilled—it all blends together into pure euphoria. One thing leads to another, and we lose ourselves in the aftermath of our success. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I claim her, every touch a celebration of what we've accomplished together. This is what power tastes like—raw, uncompromising, absolute.

Eloise’s eyes flickered to Antonio, staring to see the smiles from the laughter they'd shared hours ago still clinging to their lips. The memories of Mason's yells, his pale face and trembling hands wouldn't stop the bubbling feeling that rushes through her veins. Revenge tasted sweet. She'd admitted to herself. But this man standing quietly beside her in the elevator —had just made it intoxicating. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of revenge being this satisfying, this amazing, leaving her grinning like a fool.

It was as if the answer was hidden behind the angry gaze in her eyes every time they met. Antonio’s hand trembled slightly as he held the photo closer. One photo showed Cassandra’s parents standing in front of their house, smiling happily. But now, there was an unsettling feeling bubbling inside him—did this mean that someday Cassandra would come for him with the intention of getting revenge? Would she kill him? Would she truly seek retribution for what had happened to her family? Antonio gripped the photo tighter, feeling the weight of this question grow heavier. He muttered quietly to himself, his voice barely audible. “Will Cassandra ever manage to kill me for revenge?” The words echoed i

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

He never forgets to kiss my face, especially every time he goes to work. I closed my eyes as I felt a tear fall from my eyes. I thought everything was now okay. I got everything—Styx's wealth, his trust. I thought I would be happy after that, but I still couldn't find the joy I expected to feel. It's like there's still something missing that I can't fill and that even revenge can't cover up. I thought that when I recovered, I would be happy again. I will be able to laugh again without carrying any anger in my heart.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

~ Emily ~ Morning light came slicing through them big-ass windows, hitting us just right—three bad bitches sprawled on that sectional like we’d been through hell and came back ready to plan the next war. My head was still heavy from everything we let out last night, but my blood? It was alive. Buzzing. ’Cause revenge got a flavor… and baby, it’s bitter, it’s hot, and it’s finally within reach. I was posted up cross-legged on the couch, drowning in an oversized tee, notebook balanced on my thigh, pen tapping like it was ready to choose violence any second.

He stood behind me wrapping his arms on my waist. I flinched as he rested his head on my shoulder inhaling the scent of my hair. "This wasn't the way I planned things to be, making you marry me wasn't part of my revenge plan.” He whispered into my ears as he bit my ear lobe. My eyes widened at this statement. He…. He was doing this for revenge? Why? What did I do to him? Did he have something against my father before he died and was that the reason why he was doing this to me?