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To force her to yield. The rage that rose in me wasn’t hot. It was ice-cold. A crystalline, focused hatred. He will pay. And not just him. Every one of those men. Every hand that had touched her under the guise of business. Every leer that had stripped her dignity. They’d all benefited. They’d all walked away with contracts, with profits, while Stacy carried the shame. I want their names. Every single one. Revenge wasn’t an emotional outburst. It was a calculation. A ledger. And their debts were overdue.

Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo. In the midst of her grief, a spark of determination ignited within Carla. The vow for revenge burned brighter, fueled by the conviction that Mara must pay for the suffering she believed had been unjustly thrust upon her. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment, a flicker of self-awareness glimmered—a recognition that revenge might not bring the peace she sought. "I will make her pay," Carla whispered, her voice a solemn oath. "But I must be cunning, patient. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgment."

Possibly chaotic. Excellent.

I can. Revenge will be mine.

But deep within me, in the core that had just been tempered in the cold fire of her hatred, a single spark ignited. It was a small, fierce thing. But it was mine. And I knew, with a certainty that drowned out all fear, that I would feed it, guard it, nurture it until the day it burned bright enough to scour this darkness clean. Bright enough to reveal, once and for all, what had truly been stolen. And on that day, it would not be pity I sought. It would be reparation.

A fiance who'd betrayed me and slept with another woman in front of my face. Now, they were nothing. I didn't wait for them to answer. My voice was devoid of emotion when I said, "I've brought you here tonight for one reason, which is to witness my revenge with your own eyes. "You ruined me, and I shall return it tenfold. From this day onward, neither the Moore nor the Smyth families will ever rise again. We're even now. "This is the karma you deserve." Their faces went ashen as their eyes locked on me, yet somehow staring straight through at their own reflections.

Not pain. Resolve. Revenge. I'd get back at her.. She started this. I’ll finish it.

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.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?