A Lover's Revenge Novels & Stories

“Go on.” I took a deep breath, I hope I don't regret this. I started speaking, my voice trembling slightly. “My lover, Diego… Mayor killed him as you know. He was taken from me, and now all I want is vengeance. I need your help to make him pay.” Mark studied me intently, his gaze unwavering. “I’m sorry for your loss. But is this what you really want?" I looked away. "Mayor will never let me be free. He loves the power, the control. He'll never leave me alone."

It is just so funny how lovers turned to enemies, how people with uncontrollable love and affection for each other have turned out to hate each other dearly. I let the water fall down on my body, remembering the memories we shared together. We were supposed to be that perfect couple, the perfect one that everyone wants to be like, but sadly he threw my love into the trash, and now he wants me back. Of course I wouldn't say no; I will play along and then execute my revenge. I turned off the shower, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body when a knock came in on my door. I paused before glancing at the door, "Who's there?"

It reminded me of the way people did when they had already known the answer they were going to get from someone. Not like I cared. I needed this. Lorcan. The marriage. His business proposal. And most especially, his power and backing. I would be untouchable with him by my side. Exactly what I needed to be able to take revenge on those who had wronged me in my past life. A deep sigh left my lips. "Fine," I said. I extended my hand. He looked at it briefly. Then he took it. His grip was warm. "So firm," Petra drawled deliberately.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

“Those Volkov bastards. I’ll kill every last one of them for touching my daughter. Slowly. Tell me and I’ll end this tonight. No mercy for any of them.” The words should have been music to my ears. This was the rage I’d craved, the full force of the DeLorenzo empire unleashed on Luciano and his clan. Revenge for my mother, for everything. But with the Swan out there, an unknown shadow orchestrating massacres and leaving black feathers like calling cards, it felt dangerously shortsighted. We needed every resource, every uneasy alliance, to face a villain we knew nothing about. Starting a full-scale war now would only play into the enemy’s hands.

she said, her eyes fixed outside as if the world beyond the glass mattered more than the man she’d married. Aion rubbed his face, his chest tightening at the memory of the night before—their wedding that wasn’t built on love, but on promises tangled with resentment. He should’ve felt victorious. This was his revenge, after all. But as he watched her now, her fingers tracing invisible shapes on the windowsill, the bitterness didn’t taste as sweet as he imagined. “I’ll make breakfast,” she said suddenly, standing up before he could answer. Her tone carried politeness, the kind that people use with strangers.

They were both used as chess pieces by his enemies and he wasn't surprised because he had expected this. Now, he just had to sit back and wait for them to send his last mate to him. He wouldn't mind taking her life also as far as he got his revenge. Jude stared at his monster of a boss and his knees grew weak, but he refused to give in to the urge to collapse. He wanted to uphold the little image he had in his boss's eyes (not that he was sure he even had any image to uphold). Sebastian wasn't concerned about his assistant's expression, as this was not the first time he had seen such a look on his face. He had grown immune to it.

him slowly hissing as she sinks down onto him earing a deep sigh from them both. He lifts his hand and touches her faces God baby I have missed you so much. oh really like you didn't do this with anyone. No not one just been waiting to be able to come back to you. what about you he ask as he kisses her neck. well I ahhh he stops and looks at her you uh what. who who do I have to kill for touching what's mine. you promised when I left you wait for me. Well you didn't say you be gone 7 years a mean a woman has needs. A woman what about me my hand has been my best friend every night waiting to come back to you and you went a fucked what some Bata or something. Hey now I didn't say that you did

I asked. " This is going to be the marriage of revenge, my love." he replied " I can tell you hate me so much which is why you left me at the altar. You didn't want to get chained to me by getting married so why not give you the same thing you never wanted? This marriage is going to be the marriage of hatred. Nothing else. I will get to keep you imprisoned to myself as long as I want until I began to get bored of you." " You still love me, Dante, which is why you want to get married to me. Don't you?" I asked with a smirk " Trust me this marriage is going to be a marriage of love and hatred. Love from your side and hatred from my side."