Venganza Siniestra Novels & Stories

Ethan might have been framed all along. I was standing at a dangerous crossroads. I had to choose right now, do I blindly trust a mysterious stranger pushing me to my revenge, or do I trust what my own eyes are seeing in Ethan's private papers?

Yeah his right he can have his way with that bitch I didn’t care more torture to her body. I planned this whole scenario and it came out perfect tho Jackson planned the attack but the way we successfully got it and kidnapped Vanessa was all my sweet idea. And the maid who made all this happen to be my informant at Dominic’s Mansion and that is how she successfully spiked Vanessa’s drink. Too bad I had to kill her, because I don’t like leaving clues behind. I’m finally getting revenge for my brother, once Dominic sees Vanessa's dead body it will leave him vulnerable and weak then we will strike him.

He slid them both across the table, stopping them right in front of my handcuffed hands. "I am offering you a transaction," Silas said softly. "Inside that folder is a new identity, completely backdated and verified by my security teams. From this moment on, Vivian Vance is dead. You will become Baroness Veronica Vance, an eccentric, ultra-wealthy foreign tech investor from Europe. I have already wired one hundred million dollars of my own capital into an offshore account under that name." My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the folder, then up at him. "You’re going to break me out of a maximum-security prison?"

Diego said as he took the chair that Ezra had pulled out for him. “You said your mate has been murdered. What happened?” Mateo asked as he sat down next to his son. “It happened so fast, I couldn’t get to her fast enough to save her. When I found Alexa, her throat had been slit and there was a knife in her chest with a note that said: ‘Bloodsucker’s Whore’ written on it,” Diego explained. We didn’t have time to make any comments or ask questions because a howl came from outside. Destiny rushed into the living room as she spoke. “I think there is someone at the door for Vanessa. Would you be able to recognize a pack member even in wolf form?” she asked calmly.

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

Kael's POV My heart was still hammering against my ribs, but my face remained calm and cold as stone. The traitor who had destroyed my family was inside Vance Enterprises. That meant my time in this house was no longer just about waiting out a contract it was about survival. By ten the next morning, the heavy morning mist had settled over the lake outside the Vance estate. Banjo had left at dawn, rushing to the corporate headquarters to manage the chaotic financial freeze my people had triggered. The vast mansion was dead silent, expect for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer.

** His hand reached back, fingers curling around her wrist. "Come," he murmured. And she **did.** She followed him into the night, into the world of blood, vengeance, and ruthless power. --- ### **A City That Bleeds** The black SUV idled near the alley, engine humming softly. Inside, Rafael’s second-in-command, **Javier**, waited. His dark eyes flicked to Sophia as they climbed in. "She’s coming?" Javier asked, brows raising slightly. Rafael slid into the seat, his tone **lethal.**

DIANA'S POV; The next morning, I was far too happy to pack the little load I had in the tiny home I created for myself in Prime Pack. The kind of joy that filled my heart, knowing that my revenge was going to be far easier than I planned, was making me pleased.

And it kept coming back to the same bottom line: Vanessa had Eli, and that meant she had everything. “Surrendering is out of the question,” Layla snapped, like she could read my thoughts. “You’re not turning yourself in.” “No, but there’s someone else we could turn in.” Carlo’s words cracked across the room in another gunshot’s report. “The person she really wants her revenge on.” His meaning hit me like a punch to the gut. Her revenge wasn’t on me, not truly. It was my late brother she wanted—Matteo Marcello.

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.