Best Revenge Story Novels & Stories

Looking at the opposite side of the road, he saw Richard approaching the van while grinning ear to ear. "How on earth did you do that?" Ben asked Richard once he approached them, and immediately Richard pointed at the roof in front of them, showing the sniper on top of the roof. "I got some help," Richard said to him, and at the same time, Justin ran out of the car and hugged Richard tightly, and at the same time, hot tears started streaming down his cheeks. "Why are you crying?" Richard asked him before squatting down to meet his height. "I thought I was going to die; the man was pointing his gun at my head," Justin said to Richard, who smiled at him before bringing out a tissue from his po

We had overcome the darkest depths of betrayal, and now, we were ready to embrace the light of a future built on trust, love, and the promise of a life together, untainted by revenge and deceit. The Billionaire's Promise had been fulfilled, not just in the love that bloomed between Victor and me, but in the redemption that came from standing up against the forces that sought to break us. Our journey had been arduous, but it had led us to a place where love triumphed over revenge, and where the wounds of the past could finally heal.

She found it strange. After the doctor was done, he left with the nurse leaving Taylor and Joy alone. TAYLOR'S POV I was having a stressful day from all the business meetings I was attending, and so I decided to take a walk after my last meeting to relieve some of it. I was lost in my thoughts when my feet took me to a park and I noticed something strange in the nearby bush from where I was seated and I decided to take a look, only to find a beautiful brown girl with bruises everywhere, she was covered in a lot of blood and looked lifeless. My heart ached, she looked so fragile, so serene as she lay there.

She swiped through her phone, showing Racheal a flood of posts, memes, and gifs. “Racheal is my new hero.” “Victor, who? Team Racheal all the way.” “Evelyn looks like she’s about to explode. Iconic.” Racheal couldn’t help but snort at one particularly brutal meme that showed Evelyn with steam coming out of her ears while Racheal stood victorious with the winning bid. “Okay, I’ll admit—that’s funny.” “See?” Chloe grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re a legend, babe. The internet loves a good revenge story. They’re calling it the ultimate ‘ex-wife win.’”

"I can't believe the only people I lived my whole fucking life for could betray me like this. My wife. My fucking brother." Tears stung, and I didn’t hide them... I couldn't—it was too much to hold back. "I wrote everything in my Will to favor you both after I die. Everything. Without knowing you were the ones killing me. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?" Billy shrugged. "Exactly. You gave us everything. That was the point. I didn’t do all this to have nothing left to gain. I’ll raise your little boy like mine. You think I enjoyed licking your ass all these years? Being the less successful brother? Fuck no."

Then back at me. "Do you know what the best revenge is?" I said. Grace looked at me. The question landing differently than it would have if I'd asked without context. "What?" "Living well. Being happy. Refusing to let the people who hurt you define you. That's the best revenge. Not hurting them back. Not making them pay. Just building a life so full and so real that what they did to you becomes just one chapter of a much longer story." Grace considered this with the seriousness she brought to all significant ideas.

Seven Months Later If the best revenge was proving the enemies wrong by reaching heights they never expected, then the best satisfaction came with watching them devour each other. Justice, no matter how far it was or how long it took, would definitely be observed someday. In a way that no one would see coming. Aaron was already in a hot soup when the audio leaked and the scandal erupted, and Greg appeared at the perfect moment, shocked and angry by Aaron’s betrayal, to expose their crimes together. They’d bribed the company’s board, the witnesses, turning every evidence against Killian, marking his downfall.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

“No. I died a bitter man. I was the perfect target. The idea of getting revenge was so inviting, I didn’t think twice before accepting.” “What happened? How did you die?” His gaze drops to the floor. “It’s a rather pathetic story.” “If you don’t mind, I would like to hear it.” Once he launches into his story from when he was still human, I lose track of time. He is a good storyteller, I forget who he is and who I am as I hang on to his every word. By the time he is done, the sun has set and darkness has set in. His story is rather heartbreaking.