A Lover's Revenge Novels & Stories

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Lovato would always remember the love he shared with his wife… their fiery and bloody love so beautiful that would be replayed for many years, then eventually down the timeline (but in a different way! While the rebelling mafia goons had been vanquished, the death of the Ruiz's family madam, Marisa had stained the victory that was to be celebrated. Slowly, the darkness in the city eventually dispersed and a sense of melancholy settled in. Lovato wiped his tears as clenched his teeth in a burning rage… "Whoever you're, I will get my revenge…. Even if I go down with you!" He roared into the stiff atmosphere, knowing that his wife's killer would still be around somewhere in the dark night.

The host did not beat around the bush, announcing the competition result immediately. The sudden announcement made Nathaniel turn ashen. “T-That’s impossible!” Nathaniel yelled, “Absolutely improbable! My company has worked on that perfume for a long time! We’ve spent so much money and effort on developing First Love. How could Rebirth win?! First Love belongs to MN Inc., and we have evidence to prove it!

It was after I caught her cheating on me with Molis Rick, that I found out she had actually been working with the molis Mafiosa longer than I could have ever imagined. Remembering all these only made me think that Mel might have approached Park Min with the intention of stealing from him, just like Jade had done with me, and that didn't really seem like I was mistaking. I felt so bad for Park Min when I realized that he was killed by someone who he was in love with, and that made me feel a little more restless about finding Mel, and making sure that she would pay dearly for what she did to Park Min. The fact that she had stolen our work, didn't seem too disturbing to me because without me Ha

she says flatly. The words slice through the air like a blade. I don’t answer. That’s her confirmation. Scarlett folds her arms, voice trembling now. “You still love her. After everything.” “Love,” I repeat softly, tasting the word like venom. “Isn’t the right term.” “Then what is?” “Obsession, revenge, disgust,” I say. “Retribution. Take your pick.” Scarlett’s face twists—hurt, fury, disbelief. “You’re pathetic.”

I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me. If I didn't saw that passport from the couch, is he going to speak out and tell me that he is leaving? Or he intentionally spent that night with me because it's the last. And it breaks me even more knowing that I am not part of it. I am not part of his plan. I am doubting and trying to trust him but it's too late when I also saw a text message stating that he already needs to come in the airport with his fiance. That day I realized how cruel the world to me. I realized how nothing I am in this world. I am a loser trying to fit inside Arthur's world.

She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, as if he were the only anchor in the world. Lyvanne watched them in disgust, the lovey dovey act between the two, and the pain from their betrayal hit her all over again. She knew Isabelle was doing it to get a reaction from her but then it was working, seeing them together refreshed the pains she went through in the prison. Lyvanne’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her seemed to blur. This is it, she thought bitterly. This is the show they put on for everyone. This is the act that somehow still gets to her.

"Oh, my dear, you're so wrong. I've spoken of my affection in front of everyone, I even took care of your divorce papers." Then, without warning, he pulled Ariana into his arms, kissing her forcefully on the lips. Ariana tried to resist, but Leonard tightened his grip even more. When he finally released her, his eyes shone with something dark-not just anger, but obsession. "Please stop being suspicious of me Ariana, what they say is all a lie. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have cared about your life and let you carry my child." .

His hand traveled down to my thigh, carefully avoiding the worst bruises, but worshiping every inch of skin that wasn’t broken. “You scared the hell out of me,” he said between kisses. “Don’t do that again.” “I’ll try not to,” I breathed. “But no promises.” He smiled against my skin, then lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Lovia,” he whispered. “If you weren’t injured right now, I’d make you forget the word revenge.” he said. I grinned, my fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. “Who says I can’t multitask?” His lips crashed into mine again, and I lost myself in the kiss—the kind of kiss that feels like forgiveness and war and surrender all at once.

you ask yourself she peeks from behind the wall and sees two big men wearing black holding a man in their arms. The guy cover in blood and his nose gets broke She sees a guy walk towards him and hold the guy by his shirt "I tell you many times That when someone breaks my trust there is no way back," Nicholes says "Please have mercy on me, Mr. Romano," the man says "You know I have family" "I need to take care of my two small kids Please don't kill me Mr. Ramono" "You have to think about it before you get to mess with me," Nicholes says and takes his gun out from behind his back and shoots the guy in his chest 3 times