Ex Revenge Novels & Stories

Damian had barely spoken since the nurse delivered it, his fingers tightening around mine, his entire body coiled like a predator waiting to strike. "It’s Evan," he finally said, voice cold. "He’s still alive." My stomach turned. We had thought Evan Reid was gone. After Damian’s men exposed his insider at Cross Enterprises, Evan disappeared, his empire crumbling under legal pressure and financial ruin. But if there was one thing I had learned about Evan, it was that he never truly lost. He just waited. "What does he want?" I whispered. Damian’s grip on my hand tightened. "Revenge." The Attack

The one that wrecked me. Ruby. Landon. Tangled sheets. Whispered moans. Filthy betrayal. The room erupted in gasps and disbelief. My mother faintly whispered, “Dear God.” I couldn’t stop the tears. But for the first time in days, they weren’t from pain, but from relief, thanks to Evan, who had given me the perfect revenge. “Bit too erotic for a church, I’ll admit,” Evan said dryly as he clicked off the footage. He twirled the projector remote and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

In the passenger seat, Sophia was smiling too as she was excited about what they were doing. Before I could react, the car accelerated toward me, and I knew what was coming. The last thing I saw was Marcus's face through the windshield, cold and emotionless as he ran down the woman who had loved him more than life itself. But in that moment, I wasn't thinking about death. I was thinking about revenge. About making them pay for what they'd done to me. About making them suffer the way I had suffered. "If I had a second chance, I'll make them pay." And then everything went black.

Yes you do, and you don’t even realize it. Valor seats on the table, facing me directly. “When you came here, you found your hate, you found your purpose in your revenge. You wanted to clear your parents’ names and make those responsible for their deaths pay. Tell me Alexa, what happens to your revenge now? Do you just stop because your ex, emphasis on ex, mate died?” I can’t say anything back to him, too shocked to reply.

“I’m sorry did you say, enemy? That last time I checked he walked into my trap just to save you.” “Yes he did and that’s because he’s obsessed with me. But I can’t be with him. I just found out my parents were killed by him. He joined the Mafia as a young boy and during that time he committed so many crimes. I’m so disgusted with the fact that I let someone who murdered my parents take my virginity. I want revenge.” Evelyn’s chest heaved. She tried her best to look angry. Her eyes were bloodshot like she had stayed up all night having a hard time.

If my life was going to morph into a high-stakes psychological thriller, the least the universe could do was supply a decent soundtrack. I loaded up The Glory, figuring that some hardcore Korean revenge plot might give me pointers on how to legally incinerate an ex. But watching Dong-eun meticulously plot her bully’s downfall only reminded me that my own villain was currently holding fifty percent of my father’s company while my supposed "savior" was probably sipping scotch over a body bag. Dammit...

She watched me move, capturing her lower lips as I dragged my boxers down, releasing my cock. “Look at what you do to me, bitch,” I grabbed her hair, making her stare at my dick. “Got me so horny like a highschool boy that hasn't tasted pussy.” “How will that fit?” Her eyes widened. “Nice and snug. You're a whore after all. Fucking your ex boyfriend's dad. I know you say it's for revenge, I think you've just been so under fucked, you want a real man in you.” I rubbed her clit with my free hand, making her throw her head backward and moan. “Please Sir,” she cried out.

Evelyn I arrive at my uncle’s house at exactly noon. Since last night, my head’s been a mess—mostly filled with thoughts of Xander. Screw him. I hate him, and I hate the way he made me feel. Thank God things didn’t escalate on that balcony. It’s a good thing he walked away when he did. My uncle had demanded my presence today to restructure our initial plan. The goal remains the same—revenge. “Yooo, Señorita. Looking good as always… hmm, that ass though,” Felix whistles as I walk past him. He’s working on a motorcycle, all grease and grins.

he stared at me, his expression a mix of desperation. I stepped closer, my finger brushing against the fabric of his jacket. I reached into his pocket and pulled out his office pen, the one he always carried with him. For a moment, I just held it, the weight of it grounding me in my resolve. I let out a sarcastic laugh. Then, with a swift motion, I took the pen and stabbed it into the delicate fabric of my wedding gown. The tearing sound was loud in the silent room, echoing the sound of my revenge on them all.

He thought about her words, her promises to help him exact revenge on Aurelio Rexton's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles white with tension. "I'll get my chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And when I do, Aurelio will pay for what he's done,if not for anything for everything I’ve lost these past years, he’s dearly going to pay." The whiskey glass shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of Rexton's anger. He rose from the couch, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge.