Vengeance Is Mine Novel 소설 & 이야기

I drove my polished nails deep into his flesh, breaking his grip and violently hurling his hand away from my body. ​"Remove your hand from mine, Carson. Whether your touch stems from malice or affection, it sickeningly repulses me!" I locked eyes with him, letting pure, undiluted venom coat every syllable. "Tell karma that we are already even. It owes me a heavy debt for the endless nights I almost surrendered to despair when you threw me out of the Vance mansion into the cold dirt. Whatever chaos I unleash tonight is merely collecting the interest in what this world stole from me!"

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

“But you’ll pay for his sins all the same.” The crowd moved around me, unaware that vengeance had just taken root among them. And this time, I wouldn’t be watching for long. ******************* AUTHOR’S NOTE My Amazing beautiful and handsome readers 🙈🙈 What did you think about this chapter? I really want to hear your thoughts especially about Isabella and little Julian’s bond, and of course, Valentina’s sudden appearance. Do you think Valentina truly wants revenge, or could something deeper be driving her? 👀

Believing I was saving the kingdom from your wrath. But when the fire rose, it wasn’t your screams that haunted me. It was your silence. That silence never left me, Serina. You have every right to hate me. Every right to end me. But if you still have mercy in you the kind I destroyed then let me die knowing that you lived free from the ghost I made of you. You once said vengeance doesn’t heal; it only burns slower. I know that now. Forgive me, not for my sake, but for yours.”

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

Tonight, I understand that his cruelty I imagined is way smaller than the actual depth of it. This should make the vengeance simpler, but it makes it worse because now, it’s not just my grief anymore. It's hers and Katherine's, and it's starting to feel less like justice and more like something that's going to cost more people than just Edgard when it finally comes down. I get up and pour a drink from the minibar I haven't touched since we got here. I chug it down, the hot liquid doing nothing to ease my restlessness. I set the glass down, and sit in the dark of the hotel room, remembering how I treated her when I first got her kidnapped.

He declared that I was no longer of the royal bloodline, called me a traitor who's to be killed on sight. The betrayal then hit deep. The man I had known to be my uncle for years, the man I had loved when he ruffled my hair suddenly became a stranger, someone who wanted me dead. They hunted me, and I ran. The only brave thing I did was still going by my name. A way of wanting people to know when the time comes that I existed, that the man ruling was fake, and that the real Alpha still existed. Everything stuck to my head like glue, one single scene refusing to be erased. I will reclaim the pack. I will avenge like Mother wanted me to and the way to do that?

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

She didn’t look like the women who usually walked through buildings like this. But that didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to belong. She was here for revenge. The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime. The fifteenth floor was even more impressive than the lobby. Glass walls, chrome decorations, and modern paintings lined the corridor. Employees walked past confidently, their voices quiet but focused. Anna sat down in the waiting area, pretending to read a document while her heart pounded inside her chest. Years. It had taken years for her to reach this moment. “Anna?”

I need to get back to the office. She clung to his arm,refusing to let go. He had been so absorbed in work these past days that he not only ignored my disappearance but was also avoiding Annabel.So many years wasted on the wrong man. I have had so many dreams and aspirations,but all those dreams died with me. People always say that after death,one becomes a vengeful spirit,seeking vengeance but clearly,that's just a lie.I felt like I was trapped in an invincible barrier,unable to do anything.