Vengeance: A Love Story Romane & Geschichten

, Sarah exclaimed "He's not my man! And I seriously hate him right now", Cassie was quick to point out "That's how all great love stories start my dear", Sarah replied in a teasing voice. "Not now. Not ever. Right now I just want to make him regret ever turning me down. He challenged me and I want him to know that I am Cassandra Turner and I never back down from a challenge regardless of whatever form it may be", Cassie stated with determination in her eyes. Although a small voice within her did ask her if that was the real reason.

I decided to bought some medicines and fruits from the store because I know that Alice needs it. I can't afford to lose her. She's not my child but she's probably Zoe's daughter. Or if not, she's another victim of my family's cruelty. I promised her that I would get her out of here and I will not disappoint her--- specially now that I'm getting close to the revenge that I wanted.

Here is only a mate who hates her to his core, and fate has written this misery for her, three years back, and she will have to live with this. Of course, Logan never disrespects me in front of his pack, but he never shows love too. I am like a trophy to him, which he owned and flaunts to everyone. But when we came back home, I fall in the most remote corner of the house like another trophy. Who can’t say anything. The difference is they don’t have feelings, but I have, which he crushes every night in my bed. When I get down the car, the same white building is standing in front of me.

I need to get VENGEANCE! They say love is an emotion that can make even dead hearts beat again but I think hate is even more stronger. As I chanted the names of my debtors like a mantra, I found the will and strength to fight and stay conscious. This time, they wouldn't see me coming and I sure as hell wouldn't give them time to prepare.

The males were miles away, as part of the rule of the ceremony, no matter how much they hurried they would not arrive in time. A kick landed on his nose again and he moaned again as he felt the blood clog his nose. -He has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time to take revenge on his kind- Vengeance, that word that could destroy a nation and bring hundreds of lives to the grave. He looked up with difficulty. The hatred that ran through her fed off the pain in her entire body. Many years lived and falling so low in despair. I hate it. He hated his lover. She hated herself for being so inept.

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His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

He collapsed over her, both panting, slick with sweat and anger, the air thick with the musk of their hate-driven release. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled and breathless on the mahogany surface, Adrian buried his face in the crook of her neck, his heartbeat a frantic tattoo against her chest. But there were no whispers of love, no promises—just the heavy silence of two people who had vented their rage in the only way left. "What ever you found out is true," he whispered finally, his voice ragged, edged with possession rather than apology. "The Vances, every single one of you are paying for my mother's blood."

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.