Beautiful Revenge Novels & Stories

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"It doesn't matter what he believed. He's guilty of my father's death either way." Lorenzo watched me with knowing eyes but didn't challenge the lie. Today marked the end of my preparation and the beginning of my revenge. I stood before the mirror in my Milan penthouse, examining the woman I'd become. The black Valentino gown clung to curves that still sometimes felt foreign to me, its deep neckline adorned with diamonds that had once belonged to the real Natalia. "You look perfect," Lorenzo said from the doorway. "Rafael won't know what hit him."

“Get ready to watch the history of your life rewritten, sweetheart. Starring you, in the role of a lifetime.” The TV flared on. My eyes locked on the screen, unblinking, as if looking away might make the air vanish from my lungs. A polished voice filled the room. “... Following the tragic death of billionaire Roland Holt, his only child, Adrielle Holt, is said to have suffered a severe mental breakdown. She is currently recovering in a rehabilitation center, where her devoted husband, Valen Donald, remains by her side...” My head whipped toward him, then back to the screen. “Rehab? Mental collapse?” My voice broke, high and desperate.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

So all this time, the Vasilis corporation also belonged to me, and they treated me no better than trash. After hearing what they did to my father, it only solidifies my decision to go on with my revenge plan. The door is pushed open, and Theo comes rushing to my side. Seeing him brings back all the memories of the past, but I need his help so I have to ignore his betrayal. “Anya?” Adrian calls out calmly as he steps into the room. He's the very definition of stoic perfection. I'm having a hard time reconciling this man with the one who cheated on me without any remorse, and then had the audacity to throw divorce papers in my face.

“I’m so sorry to leave you like this.” She smiled, but it was laced with sadness. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Nathaniel raised his right hand and placed it on the glass. Melissa did the same. His voice stayed low, steady. “I promise you… I’ll make them pay for everything they did to us. I swear, Mom. I’ll get revenge…for both of us.” THE END

She runs out of the room, her bare feet slapping against the hallway floor. Vivian is sobbing, her breath coming in jagged hitches of humiliation. She has never been turned down……not like this. As she rounds the corner, she slams into a solid chest. It’s Raphael, Aiden’s Chief Spy. He stands there like a shadow, his face a mask of cold professionalism. "Get out of my way, you fool!" Vivian screams, her voice cracking. She shoves him with all her might. Raphael stumbles, his shoulder hitting the wall for support as Vivian storms past him, her towel fluttering. She pauses at the end of the hall, pointing a shaking finger back at him.

He held her father’s ripped heart in his hands. At that point nothing else mattered, not the rain, not the people at the extreme end just the young man she looked at him from head to toe making sure to to forget his face he’s the one who killed her father!. *BACK FROM THE FLASH BACK* “Aharhhhhh!” She shattered the table lamp beside her, her heart beating heavily as the trauma from her childhood blazed her memory. After a whole 13 years there he was the man who murdered her father, he was well strong and healthy she scoffed angrily staring into thin air her heart beating, her mind blazing the world REVENGE to her brain.

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"