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He never forgets to kiss my face, especially every time he goes to work. I closed my eyes as I felt a tear fall from my eyes. I thought everything was now okay. I got everything—Styx's wealth, his trust. I thought I would be happy after that, but I still couldn't find the joy I expected to feel. It's like there's still something missing that I can't fill and that even revenge can't cover up. I thought that when I recovered, I would be happy again. I will be able to laugh again without carrying any anger in my heart.

She scolded. "Can we play with her? Please, mom?" The boy in the blue shirt said. "Do you want to see my toy collection?" The one with light-colored eyes pouted. “You are Liam, right?” She bent down to his level. He gasped in surprise, “How do you know my name?”

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

Balik na tanong ni Zandro kay, Ara. "This is the only purpose why I want to live—" "For their justice right?" Zandro uttered. Ara shook her head and tears came to her eyes again "I only seek for revenge and not justice— I don’t believe in the power of law, I can only be complacent if they pay for their sin based on the compensation I want..."

But what they don't know is that I'm coming for them, I know there's more to it and I will figure it out. I will avenged their death, I will kill them all without showing mercy, I will be back . Another one tonight after 10 comments Revenge is about to commence 🔫🔫 Desmond is going to be #Merciless TBC ################ M•Ï•A͙ (Ɱɛʀciʆɛรร Iɳ Ɑctiѳɳ) Sequence 4 Writer: Seunnzzy❤️

“But one day, I’ll be back. And Jessica Kwok and her mother will pay for doing this to me and my mother! They killed my mother! They ruined my life! I’ll get my revenge on them someday! And…” I swear to the heavens who had given me only Hell…that someday, I will get my revenge!

She comforts me and I can feel her heart beating fast. "Anne, what's wrong? Were you scared because I talked to this stranger? I'm sorry I wasn't meant to make you upset I just wanted to apologize to him that I ran into him. I'm so sorry this won't happen again, I promise." Deniz moves away from me and smiles. She holds out her little finger. She wants to do the pinky promise. I can't hold my proud smile and give her my little finger. She smiles even more and hugs me right after. When Kerem appears he doesn't question anything. We just walk out and get a taxi.

He took a step towards her. "These are the consequences for what you did," Ahankara stated, stepping back. "Consequences?" Yashvir took another step forward. "Yeah." She stepped back, and felt her legs hit the bed. "No, my Love," Yashvir shook his head, standing right in front of her now, "they aren't consequences. They're vengeance. The revenge you're taking from me, for doing what I did. Which raises the question, if you're already taking revenge, why do I need to repent?"

He stands tall, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on Selena. “Retribution is a blade forged in the fires of justice, yet wielded by the hands of those with patience and precision. It is not the frenzied slash of revenge, but the calculated strike that waits in the shadows, allowing time to sharpen its edge. True retribution is not blind, but rather it sees with clarity the scales of wrongs and rights, balancing them with an even hand. It is a force that does not seek to merely satisfy the thirst for vengeance, but to restore the equilibrium that was disturbed. It knows that in the act of retribution, the lesson lies not only for the one who receives the blow but also for

I stumbled back, my legs shaky and useless, trying not to be overcome by panic. The sound of gunfire echoed through the pier, each shot louder than the last. Both moved with deadly precision, dodging and firing without hesitation, as if pure rage guided them. Every time Masato pulled the trigger, his face lit up with pure hatred. Thomas responded with equal fervor, both blinded by the need for vengeance.