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Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

"At the explosion site, you defended George because putting me down in front of him fed your pathetic vanity. "Afterward, you framed me because you thought I had no evidence. You wanted to dump all the blame on me, protect yourself, and earn favor with George's family in the process. "From beginning to end, everything you did was for yourself." Her sobbing stopped cold. The regret and desperation on her face twisted into pure venom. "Finn!" She slammed herself against the glass, pounding on it with both hands. "If you knew all of it—why didn't you say so earlier? You did it on purpose! You watched me fall into every trap! You bastard! You deserve the worst!"

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

"We look good together, don't we?" They did, indeed! Dominant he, innocent she. Bold he, timid she. Powerful he, naive she. Only if he hadn't compelled her to sleep with him, he could have been the perfect partner for her—a man as powerful and sensible as him could protect her from every harm, keep her safe in his arms, and comfort her when she was all by herself—yet he ended up being the one who destroyed her. Devoid her of everything. Lust and vengeance mercilessly crushed whatever soft feelings he had for her in his heart.

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

" Thank the heavens, she wouldn't touch the seer at least that was a relief. In between her and the seer was a wide table of short legs. Which seemed Older than the hag. Annabelle looks at the large uncovered pot placed on roaring flames which are sourced by burning woods. From it, emanated thick white smoke of horrible smell. perhaps this was what gave the cottage its odour. Different colour liquids are sampled on a shelf whose legs were partly eaten by termites. " Was the supposed seer a witch? or maybe sorcerer". " Love and Revenge plays a major role in your destiny" The woman pauses " They are in a constant struggle for power in writing your future" She adds. Annabelle's skin tingles an

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay. Sharon's chest tightened. Finally! A chance for revenge. "But as it is often said in another land, a person who seeks revenge must dig two graves. One for themselves and one for their enemies." Sharon's fingers curled into fists. "I plan to dig three. One for myself, one for my enemies, and one for the friends of my enemies! Send me back my Goddess! I will make them all wish they were never born!" "Very well. To make it bearable for you I will lock your past life from you until you are ready for your revenge."

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.