Love Divided by Revenge, Let's Separate for Good — Novel

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In a world where love and revenge intertwine like a deadly dance, one man finds himself caught in the crossfire. After eight years of conflict, Tommy's obsession with Lizbeth leads him to a desperate act: kidnapping the boy she loves. But when Lizbeth retaliates with ferocity, it becomes clear that their tumultuous history is far from over. As blood spills and hearts shatter, Tommy realizes he cannot control Lizbeth, a woman transformed by the very love he sought to destroy.

Just when he thinks he has lost everything, a strange twist of fate sends him spiraling back to the moment before it all began. Faced with the chance to change the course of their lives, he grapples with a burning question: can he break free from the cycle of vengeance that has consumed them both? With Lizbeth’s heart now belonging to another, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Tommy find a way to reclaim the love he thought lost, or will his past actions seal his fate forever?

As loyalties shift and new alliances form, the lines between love and war blur. In this gripping tale of passion and betrayal, can any heart truly be free when revenge is lurking just around the corner?

Love Divided by Revenge, Let's Separate for GoodChapter 1

Eight years of gunfire and fighting.

One day, I caught unfamiliar sandalwood scent mixed in Lizbeth’s blood. My men who investigate her condition said that she had protected that boy like a precious jewel so that it remained untouched by others.

I tried to get her back to her senses, so I kidnapped her boy.

What I got in return was war. She fought me to the death and killed a hundred of my men.

“He’s just a kid! He doesn’t know how the underwolrd works! You didn’t need to do this.”

“It's is going to be the first time and the last time, something like this happen.”

But I could not accept this defeat. So on the day she proposed marriage, I kidnapped the boy again.

She praised me for handling her problem. Yet that night she stunned me, ripped open my chest with her own hands. She threw my beating heart in front of me. Her face was bloody as she smiled like a monster.

“I've told you the kidnapping was going to be the last time. You're pushing it too far, so don't expect me to show any mercy,” she said before carrying the boy and left.

I've lost too much blood and fell unconscious. Her men had beaten me without rest.