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“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

It annoyed me because I could succumb to how good he tasted, so I acted on instinct and bit down on his bottom lip as hard as I could, feeling the satisfaction as he groaned in pain. It felt good to hurt me, doesn't it? I could get revenge even if I couldn't pull the trigger. I didn't let go until I tasted his blood in my mouth. "Fuck," he spat, enraged, wiping his lip with his free hand. His blood was dripping from my mouth onto my chest as I smirked defiantly. "You want rough? I'll give you roughly."

She had just said a quote about how bitter revenge is on the victim, and it was a quote I heard mostly from pre teens thus hearing it from her seemed kind of akward but in a funny way. "Abeg, leave that matter, you and I both know that revenge always leaves a bitter taste on not just the victim, but also the perpetrator, but that is not what you were going to tell me, so before you manage to make me forget that you have gist for me, just go ahead and start talking. I'm listening to you."

"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

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

One weak girl was all it took. I taste freedom on her tongue. And it tastes like revenge.

I can tolerate his arrogance and cockiness if it means I get what I want. Revenge tastes sweeter when it's mixed with pleasure and that man is definitely going to give me both. I down the last of my cocktail, feeling the liquid burn in my throat and begin my search for the man. I'm hellbent on finding him. Henry won't know what hit him.

“Revenge.” ‎