Romans & histoires Vergil Motivated

“And that is why I demand more from you than I would ever demand from them.” He let go, stepping back slowly. “You are strong. You are intelligent. You are the sharpest mind in this family but strength unused is wasted. Intelligence not sharpened is dull. You do not break because of pressure…you were born inside it.” The room was thick with his words that were heavy and shaping. Veronica’s heartbeat steadied. The frustration in her chest cooled into zeal and purpose. She lifted her chin. “You want victory. I will bring it.” Giovanni nodded with a satisfied look.

“Alright, Veronica. I can help. I need your help But this is so dangerous. You must be ready for the consequences. “I am ready,” I lied and meant it. “ Do you think I am not ready? If I wasn't ready, I wouldn't be here. I want them gone from my life. I want Baron to lose his name, his fame and Valerie to lose everything she built. I want respect back to me. I want to take back my company. My respect. My glory. I want my son to have his place. He needs to live in a favorable situation.” Glynn hummed. “This is an outpour of anger and search for revenge. I love that spirit, Veronica. I'll help you.

He laughed maniacally. Jasper shook his head. “So that’s it? You’re willing to waste resources just to get in my way?” Sebastian’s voice dropped to something lethal. “I wouldn’t call it a waste. Watching you struggle is worth every cent.” Jasper’s smirk faded. “What’s your motivation here? I know why I'm doing this—to notch one more achievement plaque to my vision board. Whereas, what's your motivation?” Sebastian smirked. “I owe you no explanation for my actions.” He snarled.

And Virgil had conveniently disappeared from the whole situation. Three days after their grandmother passed, no one came to the funeral home. Nobody wanted any association with their family. People kept asking, intentionally or not, "Sean, was Caelia really... like that?" He exploded with rage, smashing everything around him. But that wasn't what hurt him most. What drove him to seek revenge was that, merely two months later, everyone had forgotten who Caelia was. Virgil was all arrogant when he said, "Go ahead and file complaints. I'd like to see who'll care."

Though they attempted to steer the conversation toward other topics, it was clear everyone’s attention remained fixated on me and Virgil. “Animal instincts,” Virgil repeated, stepping closer to the negotiation table. “That’s what keeps you alive, isn’t it? But it’s also what keeps you beneath us.” I moved closer as well, resting my large hand on the table. “Control without courage is merely a shield for cowards, Virgil,” I growled, staring him down. I could feel Garrett tense beside me, his body taut like a drawn bowstring. Ever loyal, he was ready to defend me, but I knew this wasn’t the time for rash actions.

he says reticently. Well, that certainly explains the levels he’s gone to, to find everything in and on this man. He’s a man seeking revenge and justice for his wife. I can understand that. Revenge is the number one motivator in this business, so this is hardly a revelation, but it does answer some of my questions. “My condolences on your loss,” I say politely.

However, during my consideration process, I also checked the fact that Vincenzo was not driven by love for the people of his colony, but for revenge and only to get back at the people who hurt him. I knew how maddening the hunger for revenge could be, and with the people by his side, I could not trust that he would not go completely berserk and destroy everything else. We often think that once we've hurt the people who hurt us, the hunger and pain inside would have been fulfilled, but it never is. When people decide to kill for vengeance, the feeling of taking another person's life or rendering people powerless becomes euphoric, and I was not going to help return Vincenzo to his former glory

“I didn’t know which kind you were. I still wasn’t sure when all of it was happening. I made the decision that the uncertainty was enough reason.” “To do what you did.” “To do what I did,” she said. “Yes.” I looked at the side of her face and understood, in the specific way that understanding arrived when you had been resistant to it for a long time and had finally stopped being resistant, that Vivian’s motivation had never been about me. It had been entirely and consistently about Franklin, and the consistency of that was something I had to acknowledge even when the methods it had produced were things I would not forgive quickly.

Vera knew Elias's thoughts, so she smiled softly, neither comforting nor making him feel incompetent, but she said: "As husband and wife, do you know what is the most important thing in people? Is being together. At this difficult time, every time I open my eyes, I see the other party." Elias also smiled and said, "I admit it." "Admit? What did you say I admit?" Vera still innocently asked again. "You have a lot of motivation, but one of the biggest is this." What Elias said Vera still has no way of understanding, what is the motive of nature here, I don't know. While talking very normally, she even saw that his mood was not good, so she opened her mouth to calculate so that he would not fee

"You understand this could be a trap? They could be using diplomatic protocol as cover for an ambush?" "Yes." "And you still want to meet them?" "I need to." My hands clenched into fists. "I need to look Adrian in the eye and show him I survived. That his rejection didn't break me. That I am becoming something he should fear." "Revenge is a poor motivator," Dante observed. "Good thing that is not my only motivation." I met his gaze. "I want them to see what they created. What their cruelty and lies produced. I want them to understand that suppressing me my entire life did not make me weak—it just delayed the inevitable."