Tis The Season For Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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

“Dad, I must leave now.” The Spring Hunt On the first full moon night of the new year, I bought a flight ticket to travel to a newly established pack. During Spring Hunt, werewolves in Lupus Celestial celebrate the births of pups and get engaged. But werewolves here were not celebrating the first full moon of spring because it was a pack in the region where winter was the only season throughout the year. I wandered along the street, from one spot to another. I wandered to a spacious square by the sea.

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

he said, ignoring her jab and maintaining his calm. “Get out, Sebastian, or I swear I’ll call the police!” she threatened, her voice cold and steady. “I’m not leaving without you,” he said firmly, his resolve unshakable. Kaira’s anger burned hotter. “What more do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough? You’ve already destroyed my family. Do you need my life too to feel satisfied?” Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her face. “Destroyed your family?” Sebastian snapped, his patience wearing thin. “You wanted revenge just as much as I did, Kaira. Don’t act like I manipulated you into it!”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

“I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!” Thomas exploded like a lit fuse. “I organized debauchery? You burned down my company and still dare to slander me. You deserve to die!” With a fierce look, he rushed at me with his fist raised. I sidestepped swiftly and struck him hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed as a red handprint appeared instantly. “I’m just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?” I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

I swear it on my life! Someone in the comments asked, [Then why release the evidence now?] Cody replied, "Because she cheated on me." Furious, I grabbed my phone, ready to fire back at his nonsense. However, after a moment’s hesitation, I set it back down. An hour later, the story had hit number one on trending. The comments were brutal. [This is basically murder, isn’t it?!] [She’s still allowed to be a doctor? What a monster!] [Why hasn’t she been locked up already? Get her off the streets before she hurts someone else!]

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”