Vengeance: A Love Story Novels & Stories

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

"Congratulations, Andy... You didn’t even spare her image. You must hate her so much." "He loathes her," the woman said, her voice laced with hatred. "So much hatred…?" Dave narrowed his eyes at Andreas. "She must have done something very bad to you, right?.... I am curious.... What had she done to you?" Andreas clenched his jaw at the question. He was speechless for a moment before shaking his head slowly while his eyes were fixed on the table in front of him. "She did... nothing. " he replied through gritted teeth.

“I still have my magic. I can weaken them from the inside. Make them fight each other. Make Betty suffer.” Vance leaned back and studied us for a long moment. “Why should I trust you? You were one of them. You married into their circle.” I laughed bitterly. “They took everything from me. They kicked me out, beat me, and stole my wife. Now she’s pregnant with their bastard child. I want them dead. I want Betty back. And I want revenge.” Vance’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you offering?”

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

"I hired a private investigator to dig up dirt on the Lorenzos, to expose their secrets as a means of revenge. But earlier today , I realized the extent of my actions and the harm I've caused and decided to stop the investigation. I've been secretly seeing Marco for months now, and I saw a text where his father asked him how far he had gone with trying to get me back, so they don't lose Isabella too. That text fueled my anger and blinded me to the consequences of my actions." Silence hangs in the air as I wait for my mother's response, the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you, Valentina Luca, and what have you done

On the ninth day, Giselle went into labor. The moment it began, Griffith's men came rushing to inform me. I wasted no time—I would finally avenge my children. But by the time I arrived, it was already over. Giselle had given birth. She lay exhausted on the bed, utterly drained. Griffith and his people surrounded the newborn, their faces glowing with joy. Not a single one of them spared a glance for the mother, even though they all knew she was about to die at my hands. I should have been thrilled. I should have felt the burning satisfaction of vengeance about to be fulfilled. Yet, standing there, looking at the scene before me, the fire in my chest flickered and died down.

His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark. He shoves one hand out of his pocket. He looks like the most gorgeous man. But he's something else. Everyone is scared of him. He wants to touch her. But he doesn't. His anger makes the earth shake a bit. He focuses on her calm face. He couldn't gain that calmness. He's burning in vengeance. He's waiting for the right time to come. He couldn't change. What has already been decided? He raises his finger in the air. Her body begins to move with his finger's motion. He lifts her body in the air and reclines her head down on the fluffy pillow.

I left slamming the door with rage. I became bitter and with rage. I couldn't think of anything else but how to get my vengeance. In a moment, all the memories I had with him for the past years we've been together started to play in my head like a movie. was it all a lie? everything we did together, all the memories we built and the life we were going to build? we were going to grow old together. *************** This I marked the most dreadful day of my entire life. I couldn't sleep nor stay awake.