Novel & Cerita Best Cheating Revenge Stories

I had a mission to uphold, and as much as our bond was tugging due to our distance, I had to keep focused. My hand gently presses against my bedroom door to find Laura asleep in my bed. A strange sensation washes over my chest, sharp but bright. I study her sleeping face and steady breath. I wish for nothing more than to crawl in beside her and wrap her up in my arms, but I’m a mess. I stare down at the dirt and blood on my body, silently draw the door shut, and walk towards the guest shower. I scrub every inch of my body three times. I don’t want any of their scents lingering on my skin. Laura shouldn’t have to endure that possibility. Because she was sent for her revenge and she has all th

Perhaps it was because I was dating Michael, or because I was successful with my first mission, but something about the way Violet was playing her game felt off. I knew I was in deeper than I thought, entangled in a web spun by a woman whose true nature was as concealed as her family's past. Was she really Violetta Russo? If it was true, I knew I was playing with fire. But wasn't that what the Revenge Club was all about? Marco's warning echoed in my head again and again. As the afternoon extended, the air in the gathering of the Revenge Club was thick with the musk of secrets. Michael promised to be here late, while Lizzie seemed more and more distant with the mystery girl that kept stealing

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he watched, and soon he turned up the volume. The creator on the video was narrating a story: “A man and his wife tried for years to conceive and finally had twins. He was overjoyed and treated his wife like a queen. But on the day the twins were born, he discovered their blood types didn’t match his or his wife’s. Suspicious, he secretly did a paternity test. The twins were biologically his wife’s but had no relation to him. After digging deeper, he learned the real reason they hadn’t conceived for years—he had a medical issue. It turned out his wife had been cheating, and he was raising another man’s kids.”

In my previous life, before the test results came out, she had approached me with these identical words. At that time, though panicked and confused, I had refused to confess to crimes I hadn't committed. I was absolutely certain I hadn't touched wolfsbane. I believed the test results would vindicate me completely. So I had firmly rejected her manipulative suggestion. This time, I would never voluntarily confess to anything. But something was different this time around. In my previous life, Scarlett had successfully faked her death. They wanted me to confess to help clear the way for Scarlett and Marcus to be together openly.

Today, I was something else. A woman who had discovered betrayal. A woman who had chosen revenge. And perhaps... A woman who had stumbled into something she hadn't planned for. Something much more dangerous than revenge. Trust.

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The sheer delusion of it, the idea that after cheating on me, sending his friends after me, talking about my body to Damien like I was defective, he still believed the door was open, made something in my chest go sharp and clear. “No.” Marcus’s face hardened. “I’m not asking.” “And I’m not negotiating.” I took a step forward anyway, forcing him to either move or put hands on me in the open. “You lost the right to demand anything from me the night you fucked someone else and laughed about it. You don’t get to show up with hired men and rewrite the story so you’re the victim. Stay away from me.” I tried to step around him. The second man shifted, blocking the path more deliberately. My pulse s

There were people like this in the world,people who did the right thing quietly, without applause, simply because they could not bring themselves to do otherwise. I had not known enough of them in my first life. "Thank you," I said, and I meant it. Mr. Walter blinked, as though genuine gratitude from Vivian Salvatore was something he had not been expecting. He recovered quickly from the shock. "What would you like to do?" I looked at the tablet in my hand. At the financial reports, the board meeting minutes, the quiet record of three months of theft conducted by men who had been certain that the woman in the coma was not coming back.

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

I slowly got up, making my way out and still trying to confirm my assertions. Was she really who I thought she was? Or was it my overly sensitive mind playing on me, I wondered. "Here, Ma'am." I heard the waiter say, handing out the drink I had ordered. I grabbed the glass of wine and gulped it down, dropping the cup abruptly in the tray; I stormed out and rushed out of the place, shocked; I couldn't believe my eyes. Why would she cheat on someone as amazing as Thorne? I questioned.