Charlotte Revenge Novels & Stories

Well, it looks like you finally got what you wanted. "D-Don't spout nonsense!" Charlotte gasped, stunned that I had just exposed her entire scheme. She shot to her feet and lunged forward, trying to cover my mouth. "You bitch, don't spew lies. You're the traitor here, and now you're trying to pin it on me? I was reborn to take you down, you filthy—" A loud smack cut her off. I didn't have the patience to listen to another word of her nonsense, so I slapped her hard across the face.

She looked at him with something like pity—but beneath it lay an unmistakable, unshakable disdain. "If you still remember your parents, if there's any courage left in your veins, you should take revenge yourself," Charlotte said coldly. "Of course," Ethan finally rasped after a long pause, his voice hoarse, grating. "Khloe is giving me this chance… how could I possibly let her down?" Even if he didn't want revenge on Clarice, he already had no way out within the Morrison Group. They held each other's gaze for a long moment. Charlotte saw the murky complexity lurking in his eyes and, inexplicably, felt a twinge of discomfort. She had nothing more to say and turned to leave again.

"At this point, I don't give a damn why you did it. You're no better than he is. The two of you took everything from me—my fortune, my reputation, my home. You emptied my accounts, framed me for money laundering, and had me thrown in prison like some dog. You bought off everyone you needed to disappear me from the world. "But I came out of there alive. And I came out ready. I came out ready to watch you burn—all of you. And I won't lift a finger, because I don't have to. I'll just stand here and watch while the very girl you raised—and then threw away—gives you the end you deserve." Charlotte's head snapped up, her whole posture shifting like a soldier called to war. But she didn't feel stro

AT DANTE’S HOUSE. Charlotte is filling up herself with a countless number of glasses of champagne. She is excited about her revenge plan, how she’d sent the files on Mateo’s file, pinned the locations of the ware houses and sent them to the police anonymously. “Now that you’re in jail, let’s see how you will save your mistress,”. She mumbled at Dante’s frame photo which was hanging in their sitting area. She then chuckled evilly. She looked at the torture weapons which were lsid out in front of her as she waited for her crew to bring back Lucy.

Not even a dicky-bird. I’ll show him. I’ll drag him from my heart and fill the wound with freaking concrete. Then nobody can hurt me like this again. But first, I’ll get my revenge. “Ahem,” Charlotte clears her throat. “Ex-boyfriend? Why don’t I believe that?” She rubs it in. He turns his head, the tip of his nose skims against my earlobe, and my heartbeat starts doing something strange. It flutters, then stops, then starts up again like an old motorcar on a cold Monday morning.

It's because of her that she is enduring all the beatings that she is receiving, all the embarrassment and Shames. Everything that is happening to her is all because of Rose. Her Hatred for Rose that was already overflowing, magnified and is gradually turning into a Ocean. All she wanted to see is that Rose no longer exists in the face of the Earth and everything about her disappears. Just as she wanted to pass by, she saw Anna walking past her with her Big Gallon and it is obvious that she is going to get drinking water. Charlotte seeing that an opportunity is here for her to act and get her Revenge, She followed right behind Anna tiptoeing and hiding so that Anna wouldn't notice her

Frank didn’t answer right away. “Fred... what happened out there?” “I went back to Charlotte...” “Are you crazy?!” Catherine shrieked. “Shh, you’ll wake up Annavida. I have to leave without her knowing anything.” Catherine grabbed his hand and led him into her room, shutting the door. “Why did you go back to Charlotte? You know the cops are looking for you, you are at least safer here in Raleigh.” Hmm, such a coincidence we’re all in Raleigh.

“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.”

“You have been pushing it with me for far too long. Far too long I tell you. And I have been lenient with you. I thought staying away and minding my business would be enough to get you wolves off my back, but clearly it isn't. You sick psychopath. You should thank your fucking stars that I am too busy to deal with you right now. But once I am finished with Felix, you best believe I am coming for you. I’ve already sent tips about your creative moves against me to all the major media outlets I can think of…” Charlotte's face hardened even more, and the muscles around her chin continued to budge. “The cocaine, the little stunt you pulled with Linda, even as far back as the moment you and your m

"Kid, you can't protect Giselle on your own. There's strength in numbers. If you do a live stream, they wouldn't dare to act rashly." "Give me two more minutes. I'm about to lock down Harry's location!" "It's been two minutes, pal. Have you found the location?" "I study psychology. A sudden apology must be concealing an even bigger plot." "Is Charlotte actually targeting Mr. Fordham? No! That bitch should get lost! Don't destroy Chestelle." "You might offend Charlotte. Maybe she just wants to be a good person." "What a joke! You can tell from Charlotte's appearance that she's not a good person at all."