Divorce Revenge Novels & Stories

His eyes feel on my younger sister, swelling with a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. “Amy, go inside and order another pizza. I'll take care of this,” “Okay, but I want extra cheese this time,” “Get anything you want, sweetheart,” He said before embracing his lips with hers, I couldn't believe my eyes, they really had no shame. Zayne unlocked the door behind him, but I had nothing left to say to him except those next words, “Zayne, I want a divorce.”

he said, grabbing her arm as she tried to move away. “Let go of me, you bastard!” she screamed, yanking her arm free. “I want a divorce!” Her glare was icy, her hand rubbing the spot where he had held her. Sebastian froze, her words hitting him harder than he’d expected. He had prepared for this moment, but it didn’t lessen the pain. “You want a divorce?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Yes, Sebastian. I can’t stand the sight of you,” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.

But now, all I saw was performance. A man who could not afford scandal. A man who wanted control. My mother in law rushed to him. “Stand up! What are you doing?” I stared at them both. Cold. Detached. “I want a divorce,” I said clearly. “Whether you like it or not.” I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard her voice. “Such an ungrateful human being.” Then she turned on him. “It’s all your fault, James. All your fault.”

I raised my left arm to shield my face. The car came to a stop a few meters away. Shoes tapped against the tarmac, stopping directly in front of me. I lowered my arm, inhaling a familiar perfume that sent a chill down my spine. “Look who it is,” Thomas, Marcus’ younger brother, said, laughter tearing from his throat. “The one my brother just divorced.” Shock froze me, and I clenched my fists. “What did you just say?” “You heard him right. Happy divorce day,” Vivian, my stepmother, added quietly, her tone sharp. “I can’t wait for the world to know. I hope the media spreads this as fast as possible.”

“You’ll marry me, and in return, I’ll help you take everything back. Your company. Your reputation. Your life. Everything he’s taken from you.” Her breath caught in her throat. It was a deal too simple, too convenient. She couldn’t trust him. She knew that. But as she stared at the divorce papers in her hands, she also knew that her life had become a game of survival. “I won’t do it just for revenge,” she said, her voice steady, but something dark was starting to stir inside her. Adrian’s lips curled into a smile that was both cruel and enticing. “Who said anything about just revenge?”

Avery fired back defensively, her voice filled with defiance. "Go wash the sleep from your eyes," he taunted. "I don't have sleep in my eyes!" she retorted adamantly, although a glance in the mirror proved him right. "Dang it!" she groaned. *** Divorce. The word hung heavily in the air. Avery's eyebrows furrowed as she meticulously scanned the contract, attempting to unravel the complex language woven within its pages. She glanced at David, his eyes brimming with desperation and determination. The undeniable pain etched upon his face pricked at her heart, and despite her own frustrations, Avery couldn't help but empathize with him. She understood the all-consuming darkness that revenge could

Although it was hard for him to know the reason why she changed all of a sudden, he was not bothered about that and also did not care about the divorce. He loosened his tie on his shirt and said, “And what made you think you can divorce me so easily huh? It is not in your power to divorce me Rita. Also, you have always wanted to become the daughter in law of this family and lived a very luxurious lifestyle, what is making you to change your mind now? You could have rejected to marry me in the beginning but because of your greed for wealth, you gave in easily. Now get one thing straight, I will never divorce you . You are the main reason why Joey never became my wife, so you will continue to

"I'm not angry, you used me, and now you want a divorce so you can try and get your hands on my money. I've seen greedy, low-down women like you before. I've dealt with the worst of the worst. You are no match for me, baby! It'll never happen! You will never get your hands on one red penny I possess!" My asking him for a divorce was like a slap on his face. It instantly shattered Blake’s pride. My rejection shook him to the core. Blake Crenshaw wasn’t used to anyone denying or rejecting him. In all his cruelty he had done to me, hearing that I didn’t want him anymore, that was like a stab to his high and mighty Crenshaw pride.

His hand touched my face, his fingers gentle on my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching, and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back. Then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers on the table, the cold look in his eyes when he told me to get rid of our baby, the years of secrets and lies, the betrayal that had cut deeper than any knife. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. "I can't," I said, standing up. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." He stood up too, his

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid. The contract marriage is what's keeping her away from me. If only there's a way to fix it." "Divorce her." Spencer suggested. "What?" Has his friend grow demonic horns? Who would divorce their woman? The one they liked a lot? "Help her get the revenge she wants and your deal ends there right? You get the companies and she got her revenge. After that is the divorce. Once that happens, you marry her the right way. Propose to her properly and tell her how you feel. No more marriage deal to stop the both of you." Lois nodded. Understanding what Spencer was trying to say. Why didn't he think of that?