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The specter of revenge, a simmering resentment that had fueled Ariak's every move from the beginning, had never wavered. The truth unfolded before them, like a dark shadow that had always lurked just beneath the surface. Ariak's motivations had been tainted by a thirst for vengeance, a desire to settle a score that went far beyond mere ambition. From the very outset, it had been about retribution, a vendetta that had guided his actions and decisions, ultimately leading to this harrowing juncture.

3 years later A girl walks out from the airport, she looks at the sky of S city. It's been 3 years since that night when she returns, she will make the person who ruined her life that year pay the price, have to do it for him. life is not equal to death. Every day when she wakes up, Vera always reminds herself to try to do good work, to create a firm foothold in society, to have a strong influence. That made it easier for her to take revenge and today she did.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

Let him suffer. Payback’s a bitch.

he growled, smacking the buttons that refused to get the memo about his coin. Anger sent a hot wave up his face, not the way he wanted to warm up. He hit the side of the machine. “C’mon, bitch!” Nothing. The damned thing seemed to be mocking him. He took a step back to kick it and paused, a foot in the air. That was a guitar against the wall, between the coffee bitch and the next vending machine.

She grappled with the realization that her quest for revenge had led to collateral damage. Finding a quiet spot in the park nearby, Rita sat down, tears streaming down her face. She realized that her desire for vengeance had consumed her, blinding her to the pain she was causing. She had let her anger cloud her judgment, leading her to make a decision she now regretted.

"What else is there? He took my brother. That debt must be paid." "With what? His life? Will that bring your brother back?" "No. But it will be justice." "It will be revenge. There is a difference." I stepped closer to both fighters. "Justice acknowledges the harm done and seeks to prevent it from happening again. Revenge just creates new harm. New grief. New debts that can never be repaid." "So we do nothing?" The Lycan's voice broke. "We just forget?" "No. We remember. We honor the dead by refusing to create more of them." I looked at the wolf. "Tell him you are sorry. Even if you believe you were justified. Even if it was war. Tell him you are sorry his brother died."

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.