Vengeance Will Be Mine Novels & Stories

It was a pain she had buried deep within her, but now, it surged to the surface, mingling with the agony of her baby's loss. Aline's grief was soon eclipsed by a searing anger. She looked around at the trees that surrounded her, her voice growing stronger. "I will not be silent any longer. I will no longer accept the role of the forgotten daughter, the obedient Omega. I will rise above the pain you've inflicted upon me." The moon cast a silvery glow over the clearing, as if lending its power to Aline's vow of vengeance. She would turn the pain of her past into fuel for her mission. Her baby's death would become the catalyst for a reckoning long overdue.

I murmured over my shoulder. I stepped out of the study and closed the door behind me. Only then did I allow myself the luxury of a smile. He had no idea, none of them did. They had just let in the woman who would end their lives, and Jason in particular was the one I was saving for last. Jason was the one who would taste the full extent of my revenge. He was the one who would bleed the longest. I would not give him death’s mercy. No. I would hollow him out from the inside day by day, until his own reflection repulsed him. I would kill his mind until sleep became terror and waking became worse.

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.”

Somewhere deep inside my heart, I was still hoping that my dad will love me once. But today he break my heart. He is still thinking of his power. But I am not that stupid innocent girl. Today it’s not about me. It’s about my pup too. I will have to protect him. “If anyone tries to stop me, I won’t be responsible for his death. Who wants to die? Come and stop me.” I yell angrily. They keep rooted to their place for stopping me. But they have underestimated my courage. I will not stop today even if the sky will fall, and the land will collapse.

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.

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.

Her fast mind thought it was better to first know what was asked of her, do it, and get the hell out of there and find out more about how she was in Isabella’s body. James continued while pacing back and close and forth in the office, “But now, The Romano has gotten his misplaced revenge on us. We didn't kill his father, but he has killed ours and we will not let this slide. Never!" James boomed once again. His voice, laced with ill-concealed malice, made him sound like a savage. He was envisioning how he would get his revenge and pull the trigger. Jennifer slowly raised her hand. "Do you have something else to ask?" James asked.

The waiting time was going to be over soon. Her fingers glide lightly across the scar on her arm-a reminder of the ambush that cost her so many men. Closing her eyes, she is overtaken by a memory flood of screams, blood, and betrayal, and it all burns inside her like the fuel feeding the fire of her vengeance. As soon as she opened her eyes, a fierce determination seemed to flood them. "Victoria, Arnulfo, Vito. You all had your turn. Now it's mine. And when I strike, it won't be in mercy.".

All these years there was a lava burning in him to find her and break her the way she broke him. To become the monster she always wanted him to be. But he stopped himself all these years. He refused to see that woman's face again that's why he never tried to find her. Even though he knew he could easily found her but he never did try. He wanted nothing from her but now what. She stood in front of him presenting her to the beast to do the fuck he wants with her. The moment he saw her the lava that he had cool down in those years started burning again. He wanted nothing except to slam the ice on his vengeance by hurting her. By watching her in pain.

“And that’s why. I won’t give up on you either. Tell me, what do you need? I will arrange it, my brother. Let me help you too.” I stared at the photograph, the love crystal-clear. But the venom in my veins was too potent. The grief had mutated into a vengeful monster that demanded blood for blood. “Think, Zayne. That woman is already far from your reach. But, revenge isn’t.” And I had my answer ready. “Put a bounty on her,”