Novel & Cerita 復讐

Lucia paused for a moment, and looked at Felicity who was beginning to look very surprised there. "And in my life as Lucia now, there is only one thing I want. And that is revenge. You think, by living with Harrison, I'm going to let you live happily? You think, I'm going to do nothing, after you two have taken away all my life as Luciana Edith? You think I'm going to sit back and cry over the fate of my new life, because you've forgotten what happened a year ago? No, Felicity. No, I won't. I am not a forgiving person. I thirst to get my revenge to both of you."

I stood up, wiped my tears, and looked out the window. It isn’t too late. There is still time for me to exact my revenge for everything they have done to me, for all of their sins. I’ll make them suffer as much as they made me suffer. And I’ll take whatever Villalobos has. Mateo, Caridad, Levy, and, most especially, Chloe. They’ll all fall right into my hands and kneel in front of me. I wiped my tears away and fists clenched. It’s time to make them pay and take revenge.

“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!

He thought about her words, her promises to help him exact revenge on Aurelio Rexton's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles white with tension. "I'll get my chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And when I do, Aurelio will pay for what he's done,if not for anything for everything I’ve lost these past years, he’s dearly going to pay." The whiskey glass shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of Rexton's anger. He rose from the couch, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

Just the way I liked it. But there was still an itch I couldn’t scratch. The kind that sank deep, an ache gnawing at my insides every time I closed my eyes. Revenge. I’d returned to finish what had started years ago, blood debts left unpaid. I was patient, though. I’d learned to savor it—blood, sweat, and tears from everyone who’d ever dared to cross me.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

She envisioned the look of shock on his face as his world came crashing down, just as hers had all those years ago. But even as her heart yearned for retribution, a voice of caution whispered in her mind. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? Would exacting revenge bring her the peace and closure she sought? Amia closed the book, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. She knew that revenge was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting harm on both the avenger and the avenged. Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

He narrowed his eyes: "Sam, step aside." "I won't." I felt a soreness in my throat, choking out the words: "Kent I want revenge against Leila, and you think I'm disgusting, right? So by your point of view, I should be a saint, not resent her for all the harm she had done to me before, and even be kind to her?" He looked very agitated by my rebuttal, his face becoming even darker: "I didn't say that, Sam, There are countless ways to retaliate; please don't choose the most base one. She just beat you up. You could simply hit her back. Why resort to such despicable means?"