Novel & Cerita Best Revenge Romance Novels

Try to pretend this moment doesn’t mean anything. But it does. God, it does. She whispers one last thing before sleep fully claims her: “Thank you for coming for me.” So soft. So fragile. I want to say something back. Something real. But my throat tightens. Instead, I press a kiss to her forehead. The kind you give someone you want to protect. What the fuck is wrong with me? This was supposed to be revenge. Now? Now it’s a mess. Now she feels like the only thing I don’t want to lose.

In Adrian’s private office, champagne glasses clinked softly. Sophie, the loyal right-hand woman, grinned as she reviewed the signed contracts stacked neatly on Adrian’s desk. "Sir," she said, laughing lightly, "we’re not just back in the game. We’re dominating it." The investigator, standing nearby with a rare smile, added, "You’ve silenced every critic. No one dares to question your name anymore." Adrian leaned back in his chair, still a bit pale from recovery but glowing with undeniable strength. His hand found Elena’s, fingers intertwining naturally, like they had fought through the battlefield together and emerged even stronger.

We figure it out. class="western" align="left"> She laughs and says Yes I will tell you for I am aware now when it’s happening at least most of the time, since I’ve done the work but sometimes the stuff I say in those situations can be overwhelming and hurtful. Then I have to deal with the consequences. Va’s hand tightens on hers as they slide into the back seat. Enzo settles between them and Val sighs and adds Then you hurt me and I’ll hurt back sometimes not meaning too but that’s what real looks like. He turns to face her, his dark eyes steady, real and honest. I’m not fragile, Zora. I’ve survived worse than words, what matters is you come back, you apologize and we rebuild. That’s the de

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

he reached for me, taking me by the waist gently, Dangerously I felt the familiar feeling wash over me. The familiar warmth The comfort it gave me. The calmness I felt each time these arms wrapped around me. The false safety He leaned in and whispered in my ears “We can’t end this, my love”. His head lowered slowly, eyes closed leaning in on my lips. “Kiss me” Instinctively my eyes close ready to taste his lips again, to taste the comfort he gave. My body moved before my mind. Suddenly I heard the voice

Fortunately, after my rebirth, I realized the comments weren’t real. I rejected that implanted memory, and the so-called comments stopped appearing. I immediately arranged for new doctors to treat my parents. A week later, their memories returned. On our first wedding anniversary, Berkeley and I went to celebrate on a private island he had bought for me. To make up for everything I had endured, he became the perfect husband in every way. Now I was pregnant. Unlike in my previous life, I no longer had to keep bearing children under my mother-in-law’s pressure just to have a son, nor did I have to endure raising five children while living with an abusive husband.

Long Chen rested his hand on his arm staring at Fang Xinyi dotingly. He was so surprised when Fang Xinyi seduced him last night. He didn't expect her to do it. And now he had decided to enjoy her love without fearing about him being heartbroken. She jerked in her sleep and the blanket slipped off her body revealing her chest which were covered in red. Long Chen blushed seeing his handiwork. He looked away and helped her to cover herself. But I guess another part of his body had his own mind. His shaft hardened.

Damien's Pov As it turns out, I had been reborn, given another life but I didn't remember it from the beginning. I still disliked Amelia and treated her so badly and things were repeating itself again. Fortunately, I had began to remember bits and pieces from when Amelia had ‘stolen’ Nora's jewellery. I wanted to deny it but as days passed, more memories came and it all came back after Amelia had showed that she wasn't the one who pushed Liam down the stairs.

* And she realized with growing dread that she was no longer entirely sure which mask was the lie—Aria Laurent, the sophisticated art consultant, or Isabella Moretti, the girl driven by revenge. Maybe they were both lies. Maybe the only truth was the dangerous electricity she felt when Damien Blackwell looked at her like she mattered. And that was the most terrifying thing of all. --- **End of Chapter 3** Would you like me to continue with Chapter 4?etti, the girl driven by revenge. Maybe they were both lies. Maybe the only truth was the dangerous electricity she felt when Damien Blackwell looked at her like she mattered. And that was the most terrifying thing of all.

They were filled with a bruised, aching yearning that made my heart ache in response. "But the truth is, Miss... I am not sorry. I have tried to be, but I can't. Seeing you like this, so beautiful and so broken makes me feel things I have no right to feel." He leaned in closer, until I could smell the clean scent of his soap and the faint, medicinal tang of his bandages. "I want to kiss you again. So badly it’s an actual ache in my chest. I want to be the place where you don't have to be afraid."