Novel & Cerita Vengeance Road Book

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

“And maybe I’ll tell her you screamed the loudest.” _Amelie’s POV_ The SUV never stopped moving. The night turned into endless ribbons of road, and with every mile, Raphael grew more unhinged. He barked into phones, sent order after order, each one worse than the last. Towns would burn. Families slaughtered. It was all unfolding because of one act of vengeance. And I was caught in the middle. At some point, the rage turned on me again. He yanked me forward by the hair, forcing me onto the floor between his knees.

“After Robert passed—no, not passed. After Robert was murdered by the mafia, my grief was like a fog. He was my everything. I couldn’t do anything for myself. I had to learn how to drive and how to change a lightbulb, which I’d never had to do before. All those little things. Robert was a huge loss. He was everywhere. I still had the house, and all around it was reminders of the life we’d shared. Always. All those things were tangible evidence that he was never coming back, and I was now walking a path I’d hoped I never had to step foot on. All because Robert got a job working for the wrong people. He didn’t know what they did when he first started, and by the time he knew, he couldn’t stop.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

“We take the truth back. And we burn their whole perfect system to the ground.” The car sped up, moving faster down the empty road, heading deep into the unknown. Behind us, the city faded into the distance. Ahead of us lay only wilderness, danger, and the long road to revenge.

How can one shoot his blood brother, worse enough, his twin brother? Thank God Geoffrey didn't die. See who's lying six feet under the ground? George and his conniving wife Kate. They all harmed us, thinking we will end up miserable all our lives but everything they had planned for us turned to them. God eventually paid them for their wrong deeds, avenging our sorrows. Isn't this karma? I'm not rejoicing now that they're dead...hell no! God knows how many times I had wished that they were alive so as to change and at least be sorry for their mistakes,even if they couldn't correct them!

"Amelia, I promised her I won't leave her and now it is inevitable to break that promise. I am going to find that damn woman at any cost and take revenge for what she did to my brother." "But Sean she didn't know the consequences of what she did. I am sure she doesn't know that all this happened." I looked at him with so much anger that I think he could see the red in my eyes. And yes he did because his gulp just confirmed it. "She bloody knew he was sick and the operation was necessary but no all she cared was her revenge. It is time to end the game she started." I said wiping my tears, I am not going to shed a tear for her even if I did for my brother. Amelia you always saw the good side o

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.

"Thought so." The gun's report echoes through the safe room, and Vito Valencio's body slumps to the floor, just like his guard. I stare at him for a moment, then turn and leave out the door. I came here for revenge, and now, I have it. In the bullet-riddled hallway, I reach into my pocket and pull out a leather-bound book. Open it and flip to a page near the end. I run my finger down the list of names, finally stopping at the last name.

ISABEL The drive to the penthouse feels like I'm hurtling towards my own destruction or my rebirth. I can't decide which. My hands are steady on the wheel now, the whiskey from the bar creating a pleasant buzz that dulls the edges of my pain without clouding my judgment. Behind me, the black Range Rover follows at a respectful distance, three strangers who've agreed to help me plan the most spectacular revenge of my life. Three strangers who are about to see me at my most vulnerable and most powerful simultaneously.