Ex Revenge Novels & Stories

I hate that she sounds so sure, that she speaks like she's already seen my ending. "I'm not her," I whisper, my voice shaking. "And he's not the man you think he is." Eve's expression hardens. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand, her shoulders straightening. "Then you're a fool," she says coldly. "But I'm not here to save you anymore. I'm here for revenge. And when I find him again…when I end him…you'll finally understand why I had to." She turns before I can respond, storming off down the hallway.

Revan barked, attempting to mask the shaking in his voice. The stranger stepped inside, boots echoing against the concrete floor. “Name’s Kael. Business… and revenge… are my specialties.” Revan’s laughter was bitter, hollow. “Revenge? Ha! Everyone’s left me. My business is gone. My wife left me. Even my name… my reputation… is dust. What kind of revenge do you think I can have?” Kael’s smile didn’t waver. “Sometimes, when a man loses everything, that’s when he finally learns to see clearly. You’ve been blinded by arrogance and obsession for too long.”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

The company’s reputation had plummeted, and within months, it had been swallowed by a competitor. Tapping the screen, I went through more of his work. Something about it unsettled me. Suddenly , memories of perhaps what I knew about his personal life glared at me. I couldn’t quite place the exact story I had heard about him in the past. But it felt like I knew who he was. Author’s Note: Revenge After Rebirth: No Longer Yours, Ex! Will be updated at least 4 to 5 times a week. Please do well to add to your library so whenever a new chapter is updated, you will be notified. Happy reading!!

“If his ex-wife were alive, I’d help her in a heartbeat. That devil deserves to lose everything he’s stolen.” “Did you know his ex-wife?” Elowen asked, keeping her tone light, almost casual. “No,” Aurelia admitted, her frustration evident. “But from what I’ve heard, she was sweet and innocent. The kind of woman who didn’t stand a chance against someone like him.” Elowen’s lips pressed into a thin line, her thoughts swirling. Sweet? Innocent? Her gaze darkened ever so slightly. That version of me is long gone. If only you knew who I really am, Aurelia. If only you knew I’m here for revenge.

he mentioned casually and I frowned. “Care to elaborate?” My words more like a demand than a question. “Remember I mentioned weeks ago, that Flanagan’s secret club started to get more people?” He held my gaze as he waited for my reply, as soon as he noticed I wasn’t responding, he continued. “Well, the club’s name is ‘The Revenge Club’ and she just joined it last night, I am, of course, part of it.” What the hell does Roanne want in a club like… oh, Sebastian. I noticed she was wearing a piece of fabric around her neck and it covered the bruises left by that asshole. She wanted revenge from him, and Violet loves the drama.

She looked at Elena. "Revenge is... it’s an exhausting way to live," Diane said. Her voice was quiet, a little hesitant. It wasn't the voice of the woman who had dominated the boardroom a week ago. "If I wanted revenge, I would have stayed. I would have fought Marcus for the penthouse. I would have made his life a misery in court. But I didn't. I walked out into a storm with one suitcase and nowhere to go." She paused, looking down at the diamond on her finger.

Exelle With a devious smile on my face, I settled into the backseat of the car, my eyes fixated on the contents of my black leather notebook. Revenge 101, it was appropriately titled, for within its pages lay all the meticulously crafted plans I had concocted for them. The car whisked me away to the venue of the grand party, the excitement bubbling inside me like that of a mischievous child. Oh, how I had missed the thrill of playing these childish games of revenge during my time on Earth. It was a sensation I had come to relish, and as I indulged in a mental laugh, I reveled in the delicious anticipation of what lay ahead.

“Wait. Let me understand this clearly. You went there for revenge. Revenge, Evelyn. Capital R. And now you’re standing nose to nose with the same man you swore to destroy.” “It was a moment,” I snapped. “A stupid moment.” She leaned closer. “Moments don’t make your voice shake like that.” I folded my arms. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Of course I am,” she said cheerfully. “You disappear for years, come back with vengeance in your eyes, and now you’re melting because of one man’s jawline.” “It wasn’t his jawline.” “Oh?” Her brows lifted. “Then what was it? His perfect sculpted abs!"

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”