Vengeance And Untold Love Novels & Stories

"You’ve spent thirteen years being a statue for the Cross family. Don't you want to remember what it feels like to burn?" Lucien lost it. The image of her in the dressing room, the scent of her on David, the years of cold isolation—it all snapped. He reached out, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her toward him with a violent, desperate hunger. He crashed his lips against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision. It tasted of defiance, wine, and a decade of suppressed rage. Katalina didn't pull away; she met his intensity, her hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders, her nails digging in through the fine silk of his shirt.

Bryce's hand stopped and her looked at her with a searching gaze. Was she implying that she wouldn't just tell him what she wanted his punishment to be, but would punish him with her own hands? But still, he's as twisted as her. If someone hurts him, Bryce was ready to destroy the person along with his generation if possible. He only know those he love and those that he doesn't. If anyone he loves hurt him, he will be hurt, but if someone he doesn't care about hurt him, he will retaliate. He was putting himself in her shoes and knew in truth, he would want to do the same thing she wanted to do, but as the woman he loves, he didn't want her to become a murderer.

"I am here to see either Ronald's defeated face, his broken state after his love being rejected by you people, or his rebellious face's revelation in front of everybody. Nothing has happened as I expected." "Out of the blue, the big uncle accepted Ronald's love and Sarah as the daughter-in-law of the family. I was oblivious that Sarah's goodwill won everybody's heart. My mind says only one thing: that it is unfair to me. When my Valerie wasn't accepted by the family, why has Sarah has accepted Ronald?" "I was burning in rage, smoldering in the fire of revenge, I couldn't see Sarah and Ronald together. When I lost my love, I couldn't see Ronald with his love who is the murderer of my love."

"You made a mistake tonight, Mrs. Cole. Your grandfather made the same mistake, and your brother made the same mistake. They're both dead. You will be too." I typed back quickly, my fingers steady for the first time in weeks. "Then come and get me." A pause, then: "Oh, I will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you to think about your baby, about the life you're risking, about whether revenge is really worth it." I looked at the message and smiled. "You killed my brother," I whispered to the empty car. "You killed my grandfather. You threatened my child. Revenge isn't the question, Mr. Vance, Justice is. And I'm going to make sure you get both."

she said, her eyes fixed outside as if the world beyond the glass mattered more than the man she’d married. Aion rubbed his face, his chest tightening at the memory of the night before—their wedding that wasn’t built on love, but on promises tangled with resentment. He should’ve felt victorious. This was his revenge, after all. But as he watched her now, her fingers tracing invisible shapes on the windowsill, the bitterness didn’t taste as sweet as he imagined. “I’ll make breakfast,” she said suddenly, standing up before he could answer. Her tone carried politeness, the kind that people use with strangers.

The corner of the screen was cracked, like a visible scar from what just happened. Nick’s missed call still glowed at the top. I stared at it for a moment, my chest squeezing tighter. Then I deleted it. And deleted every message in the thread. Because I cared about Nick. I did. But I didn’t love him. Not like that. I cared about Vincent. I loved him. Even if I wasn’t supposed to. Even if I didn’t understand it. Even if he broke me with every kiss and rebuilt me with every touch. Even if I was nothing more than his maid and he was the man who should have been untouchable.

We leaned on each other for support, finding comfort in the unwavering belief that our love could withstand any storm. Finally, after days of tireless pursuit, we uncovered a name—a name that sent shockwaves through our beings. It was someone from Victor's past, a former associate with a deep grudge, seeking revenge through this elaborate game of manipulation. Armed with the evidence we had gathered, we confronted our adversary, determined to put an end to their malicious schemes. The confrontation was intense, filled with high stakes and dangerous revelations. But in the end, we emerged victorious, our love triumphing over the darkness that had threatened to consume us.

It was almost as the book described his marriage to a T. "...Love is odd. It can fill us up and it can leave us empty. Yet, we find ourselves unable to live without it and doing things to secure love in our lives. The man that fears the loss of love may resort to hasty, desperate acts to insure that he is not forgotten. And the woman who finds herself confused by love and frightened by the prospect of loosing her independence may seek understanding through unconventional ways...

"I instructed him to halt his investigation about you. That day you surprised me with those engraved art supplies I’ve always wanted, I resolved to put an end to my quest for retribution because it turned me into something I wasn't. But before I could reach out to him, he leaked your father’s involvement and your adoption. I promise I had no hand in that. He claimed he wanted to retaliate for hurting his daughter’s feelings after a one-night stand with her." Marco’s gaze pierces mine, his expression a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and something else I can’t quite discern. As he steps back, his movements deliberate and measured, “Who are you?” he demands. “I nearly lost my life while you harb

The journey ahead would be long and dangerous, but Elena's heart was strong and, her determination was unyielding. Elena looked up at the clear sky knowing that her fight was just beginning. The truth would shine, and the shadows that had haunted her for so long would finally be banished by the light of honesty and courage. The real Elena Hart was ready to face her future and break the cycle of betrayal once and for all.