Books About Revenge And Betrayal の小説・ストーリー

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

She was the woman who had survived betrayal—and now, she was about to face her enemies every single day. It didn’t take long before she saw them. Mira, her ex-best friend, was already at her desk, her lips curled in a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Mira’s hair fell in perfect waves, her makeup subtle and sweet—an angelic mask that hid the venom beneath. Nia forced herself to walk past her, head held high, her breath shallow. But Mira’s soft, familiar voice cut through the air, wrapping around her like poison. “Nia,” she said softly, tilting her head to one side. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

Selene pressed her hands over her ears, rocking slightly, but the voice dug deeper, merciless. “You’ve been blind, Selene. Blind and weak. And the longer you pretend otherwise, the longer you remain his fool.” “No!” Her voice broke, but the denial rang hollow, even to her own ears. The woman’s eyes blazed with something darker than anger. “Your husband betrayed you with Scarlett Vale. The only question left is what you’re going to do about it.” “That’s not the truth! Stop it!” Selene panted, dragging her hands down her face and through her hair, her breath ragged.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault!" "What? It's obviously your fault! I was on Mr. Leeds' side! You're the one who convinced me to believe Yves, saying that his major was in Food Safety, so he's smarter and more trustworthy than Mr. Leeds! Look what happened! I was the one who was tricked!" "Don't even mention that asshole Yves! He's probably hiding with his parents somewhere!" "If I ever catch him, I won't let him off the hook!" Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees.

“Then what do you want me to do? Just let them be? Let them think I’m still miserable because of their betrayal?” I could tell he was getting annoyed, which only made me roll my eyes harder. He has the nerve to be annoyed? Hello? I’m the one being put in a weird spot here! “And what about me? Everyone’s going to think I’m just your rebound—that I’m letting myself be used just to make them jealous. Which, okay, is technically true, but I still have to save face, you know? I don't want people thinking I was just waiting in the wings for you guys to break up, or that I’m some desperate girl chasing after you.”

“You stopped being my wife the day you became my nurse. The day you let your life revolve around my guilt.” I couldn’t breathe. The walls were too close. “Julian… after my liver… after I almost died for you…” Chloe stepped forward, her sweet smile turning nasty. “Oh, stop playing the hero,” she sneered. “You loved being the martyr. Poor, sick Julian and his loyal wife. You just wanted to trap a rich man.” Rage, hot and red, mixed with my pain. “You… Your mother destroyed my family! And now you want to destroy what’s left of me?”

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

But we promised honesty. "Revenge. At first. I wanted to hurt Julian the way he hurt me. Wanted to do something unforgivable so I could feel less guilty about hating him." I pause. "But then I met you. And it wasn't about Julian anymore. It was about feeling real. About talking to someone who saw me instead of seeing through me." "I almost didn't take the booking. Read your request. Cold, professional, forgettable. I thought you'd be awful." "Was I?"

“Thank heavens you’re alive. Where have you been all these years?” I didn’t hug her back. My body stayed rigid as stone. I pushed her away, slow and deliberate. “Drop the performance, Camilla. You betrayed me. Don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you’re relieved I survived.” Her expression flickered—shock, then calculation. For a split second, I imagined it differently. I imagined pulling the gun from my bag, pressing it against her forehead just as her assassins once had against mine. I imagined her fear, her trembling voice begging for mercy, her mascara running as she pleaded.

“Seth has ties to the mafia. He’s a part of that life. He might be dangerous, and if he finds out that I am deceiving him, what will happen to me?” “This changes nothing, Ivy. I have told you time and time again that by choosing to take revenge against the people who hurt our family, you are choosing to put your life in danger. Whether you like it or not, this is what you’re subscribed to, and I’m not going to let you stop.” “But—” “Remember that I am more dangerous than that man. I can do worse than he will do to you, and you know this. This retribution has been a long time coming, and I would be damned if I allowed your fear to get in the way.”