Vengeance And Untold Love Novels & Stories

“Why would you give this to me?” “Because the man coming after you now—Vance—isn’t doing it out of revenge for Justin. He’s doing it for me.” My eyes widened. She smiled, bitter. “We were lovers. Once. Long ago. He thinks he’s avenging me. Saving my legacy. But he doesn’t understand—I don’t want to be remembered through bloodshed.” I stared at her. “So you’re telling me Vance is your pawn?” “I’m telling you he’s worse than anything you’ve ever faced. And he’s doing this… for the wrong reasons.” She coughed hard, eyes fluttering. “I thought I wanted to win. But I’m tired now. And I see that peace you’ve carved for yourself—”

"Leave me alone, please.....leave me alone. Why do you hate me because of what my parents did? '' She cried. "I hate you, Raquel. Your father was the cursed driver that had killed my parents, this time I would make sure that I avenge their death by killing you too!" "It is an eye for an eye" I raised the knife in a bid to stab her when the movie director screamed. "Cut!" I glanced in his direction as he yelled. "While Junia is doing her work perfectly, you, Blair, you are not doing your work well! Do you think that I came here to play? This is the fourth time that we are reshooting this scene today"

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

I thundered and he growled, grabbing my arms as he shook me with his fierce gray orbs transfixed on mine. "I never fucking hated you, woman! I loved you, in fact, even before you decided you loved me too. The thing was that I hated it. I hated that I had fallen in love with you after I promised myself that I would hate you because my father forced you on me. Then I realized that you were the worst trophy wife ever; you did not deserve the emotionless marriage I was giving you. You did not deserve how badly I was treating you; even if that is the exact way most men like me treat their trophy wives. Most trophy wives were okay with it as long as they got money.

But she isn’t. Lauren didn’t steal anything from her. That was the bitter little story Cassandra tells herself at night, the one she repeats until the lie feels like truth. It’s a self-soothing fable: the world wronged me; someone else got what I deserved. That kind of thinking breeds resentment, not competence. And now that deceit has ossified into something uglier, a hatred for Lauren so bright it blinds her. She wants revenge. She wants a title. She wants to be seen. That single-mindedness has narrowed her focus until all she can taste is the idea of Lauren’s downfall. That’s good for me.

But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the same steel I once saw in myself the kind that could not be bent, only tempered by time. So I said nothing. I only stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. For a moment, she resisted, but then she melted into me, her shoulders shaking with quiet, angry tears. “I won’t let him win,” she whispered. “I know,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “And that’s exactly what terrifies me.” Because I had seen enough of fate to know this truth, when love and vengeance collided, something always had to break. And I was terrified it would be her heart.

“They don’t care about Delaney. She’s just bait. Kevin has everything he wanted from my phone. He doesn’t need your necklace, not truly. He wants _you_.” Seth emphasized the word, his eyes wide and fixed on hers. “In an isolated location. Where Victor can’t establish control quickly enough. You’re Felix Hart’s daughter. The final unfinished piece of Malik Zacchaeous’s revenge. After thirteen years of waiting… Malik intends to finish what began in Rome. Tonight.” The world spun for a moment, the concrete walls pressing in. Rome. Malik. Her father’s death. He wasn’t after the necklace. He was after her. He wanted revenge. And Delaney was just a pawn.

She divulged nonchalantly, no flicker of remorse in her tone. "You killed his mother?" My voice was shaky from the discovery. "Yes I did. She was trying to show him love after rejecting him and I didn't want anyone to love him like I did so I had to kill her. I'd have also done the same to his father but his enemies were faster to do the deed." The words left her lips without remorse and the only regret she had was not killing his father. What kind of insane love was that? I admit that I had planned to kill Matteo, but that was when I didn't know him or love him with every fibre of my being. Presently I couldn't even watch him get hurt by anyone or do anything to hurt him.

"I need the rest of that document. Now." "You know where to meet me," I snapped before ending the call. There was no time to waste. My car came to a halt for a second and my heart couldn't stop poundig in my ears. I knew already that this was going to go well. This wasn’t just revenge. It was justice. Since Zayde wanted to throw me away for that snake, Ariana, without knowing who she really was and without knowing the secrets she kept. Well, I was about to show him and the world.

The man I once wloved. The man I defended. The man I once chose. Had mapped out our destruction. Still hurts like I didn't know he's evil. Tears gathered in my eyes. I wiped them away immediately. No. Not now. This wasn’t heartbreak. This was war. I opened the other files. Pictures. Men in suits. No names. No official charges. Just faces. “They’re involved,” I whispered. “But how?” I flipped to the medical report. Adrian — poisoned.