A Lover's Revenge Novels & Stories

It was the portion that needed the care that Jean Luc had provided her. She would find him. One day, when her family's city could be called successful, she would come back for him like she promised. -- Jean Luc awoke on a comfortable bed, and for a second he thought everything was just a terrible nightmare. The thought was instantly dismissed when he realised that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A note was beside him in the neat handwriting of the murderer and woman he loved. Did he still love her? He did not know. He was certain that he would never allow himself to fall in such a painful trap again. Love was that trap, and it was a disease. He was betrayed, and that might follow him et

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

She said and it's infuriating, I hate that they are all painting me out to be a monster. "Look who is talking, Miss perfect, little saint." I said as I took a step closer to her as she stared at me with pity, gosh I hate that look. "You want to preach to me about doing the right thing when you are getting in bed with a machinery, a hired killer and you think you are better because I am trying to seek revenge. When are you going to understand that that I am the victim here?" I asked curiously.

"And when do I come in?" "When Oliver asks why I want a divorce. That’s the perfect moment for you to appear. He’ll never suspect my supposed lover is here—let alone that it’s you." "Though… if you show up as my lover, your reputation might take a hit too," I finally realize. "I’m sorry—I didn’t think of that. I was so focused on revenge, I didn’t consider how it might affect you to play my fake lover," I apologize, biting my lip. "You can make it up to me later," he says, shrugging. Seeing my startled expression, he adds, "I mean all the perfumes we’ll make together. Don’t think for a second that I’d ever be interested in you. You’re not my type."

I demanded. He scoffed and averted my gaze. “Vin, I’m serious. Or should I call Cameron and ask for a replacement?” I challenged. “What’s the endgame of this revenge?” he countered. “What?” “There has to be a reward, Samira. I want to believe it’s about living on once all this is over,” he said, stepping closer. “I believe it’s about finding purpose, moving on, discovering love, having children, and growing old together, right?” he asked, poking his long Italian nose into my business.

Luis stopped right in front of Axel, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword. "You think taking down my men means you’ve won?" he sneered. Uhm… had he forgotten that Axel was still holding a gun, capable of ending him in an instant? Luis smirked. "You seem to have forgotten who I am, huh?" He drew the sword slightly. "Do you know… it was this same sword I used to kill your parents?" Axel said nothing, just listened. "Don’t you want to die by this sword… or would you prefer something else?"

She mutters under her breath, her gaze turning fierce. She picks the call putting on speaker mode "Hello." " How are you doing? I hope he didn't hurt you." The man turned gloomy and his face darkened upon hearing that. "How can my husband possibly hurt me? He loves me right??." She said, looking at Long Chen questioningly. "He doesn't love you. Why will he force you into marriage with me if he truly loves you." "Why are you trying to sow discord between me and my husband? And that, on the second of marriage."

Forever, be my lover. Of course. Liam had guessed that. Rose couldn't possibly make such a crazy offer, without something that would make her take advantage of it. For a few moments, Liam looked at her full of hate and revenge. he can't stand it anymore with his desire to get rid her of. 'Well, let's do that bet. I'll get her. And I'll make sure to get rid of you!' ***

“What did you do, Vance, huh? Fuck everyone around but not Moi, she's supposed to be your sister!” “You know that she's not my sister and I will never see her as my sister. Tell me, Dad, how can I treat her as a sister if I'm dreaming of being her groom someday? Dad, you just married her mother but it doesn't mean that she's already my mother, too. It doesn't mean that Moissanite is already your daughter. Dad, why can't I love her? Am I forbidden to love? Am I a bad son just because I want the daughter of my father's wife? Am I a bad guy because I loved her?” “Vance, you're free to love, but why my child? Why my daughter? Why do you need to ruin her and make her pregnant?”

The man, the older the more perverted. Jake who heard that just chuckled. He looked intently at Maria. "You know, I always can't help myself when I'm with you." Suddenly, Jacob had grabbed Maria's neck. He kissed his wife's lips which still tasted sweet to him. Even though time had changed everything, for Jacob, Maria was still the same. Always beautiful, charming, and seductive. The two old people are back in love. Kisses, even soft touches they give each other. Maria is still sane to understand where her husband is currently going. She couldn't help but chuckle while following the game started by her husband. Until now, Maria still admired Jake's body. The man still has strong muscles in e