Ex Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

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Her heart broke in the worst possible way. But as she fled, a dark, vengeful spark ignited beneath the pain. A plan slowly crept up her mind as tears fell free and the revenge plan was a particularly blonde man, with blonde stubble, and blonde trimmed pubic hair. She stopped and turned around, eyeing the door she had mistakenly opened at first.

He cast a mischievous look at Dru and Luke. Luke raised an eyebrow. “Payback?” Dru tilted his head, smirking. “You mean that humiliation from a few years back? The club launch party? The one where some waitresses thought we were… a joke?” Kyle laughed darkly. “Oh yes. That night. And tonight, we have the means to make them regret ever judging us.” Luke’s grin widened dangerously. “Revenge tastes better when paired with champagne, yachts, and credit cards. Let’s make this interesting. We celebrate success… and maybe show them just how far we’ve come.”

What if these memories—these vivid, detailed memories—were just my brain's way of coping with trauma? "Let's try something else," Dr. Reeves said. "I want you to focus on one specific memory. A clear one. Something recent that you can verify actually happened." "Like what?" "The gender reveal party. You mentioned it in both timelines. Focus on the current timeline version. The one where you exposed Damien. Walk me through it." I closed my eyes. Focused. The party materialized. Not the version where Sienna announced her pregnancy. The other one. Where I was in control.

Now, hearing that he wanted to take Aria from me… that he wanted to rewrite our lives again, the same way he rewrote the truth about Elena, it reignited everything I’d tried so hard to bury. When I came back to this country, I promised myself I would make him pay. But somehow, I got caught up in survival, in work, in raising Aria alone. I didn’t want to lose myself in revenge I wanted to be a good mother first. But now, I couldn’t just sit still anymore. Not when he was moving again. Not when he was threatening to take the only person I had left. He said his team was working with the media, trying to twist the narrative before the truth could come out. If that was the game he wanted to play,

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.”

It was he who had made me give up on living. Marcus suddenly slammed his fist into the steering wheel of his car. The sharp sound of the horn was like a cry of pain that came too late. He had killed me. With his blindness, his selfishness, his misplaced loyalty, he had killed the woman who loved him more than her own life. While Marcus tortured himself with these realizations, he had no idea that Ethan was already ten steps ahead. Ethan had hired the best private investigators money could buy. They had obtained all the evidence of Dr. Sullivan and Celeste's private conspiracy.

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

Aurora's POV I packed my few salvageable valuables from the ground before the rain started to pour. My eyes rested heavily on the house I'd called home for years. Now my ex-husband was cozying up with another woman. Slowly, my fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I reversed my car from the garage and drove off to another place I used to call home. Father and mother weren't expecting to see me, and so late in the night too. I usually kept my visits to their place on the minimum. There did little to hide their displeasure over my unplanned visit .

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.