Her revenge contract Novels & Stories

“And Daniel marries your sister tomorrow.” The words stabbed through me. “His company recovers.” Alexander continued calmly. “Your father keeps the money.” “And you?” He looked directly at me. “You become the woman abandoned at the altar.” The humiliation burned in my chest again. I stared at the contract. Then at Alexander. Then back at the contract. Two years. Revenge. A fresh start. I grabbed the pen. Alexander’s gaze sharpened. “You’re deciding already?” I looked him straight in the eyes. “You said you’d destroy them.”

The words hit me like ice water, dousing the heat that had been consuming me moments before. "That's why we're in this contract marriage, Vanessa. That's why you agreed to help me. Revenge. Taking down the man who destroyed both of us in different ways." His hands dropped from my face, and he took a step back. "And the rules of our contract were very clear." Oh God. The rules.

Why would she even get revenge? She calmed herself and said, “You must be mistaken, Mr. Hastings. I’m not the type of person you are talking about. I don’t have any idea why would I take revenge on you. On what reason would that be?” “Don’t act like you don’t know what happened. You did this to get revenge on me because I did not sign the contract.” He said, so sure of the reason. “You didn’t sign the contract?” she asked shocked. She didn’t know anything about this. Nobody told her about the contract.

I said and gave her a glass of champagne and she was confused. "Bro you are looking very happy. What's going on?" she asked and I gave her a big smile.. "Finally today that asshole who ruined our family, will pay. Yes... our revenge for years will end. Today finally mom and dad's killer will be behind bars." I said and hugged her but she didn't return my hug. "Bro... what have you planned?" she asked and I sighed and explained about the contract first.

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

“You’re not doing this because of love, Daimon. You’re doing it out of revenge. You want to punish me, not save Jessica.” “Then sign it. Prove me wrong.” She stared at the contract, the ink blurring behind her tears. Her heart screamed no but Jessica’s face, her voice, her little hands clutching hers that was all she could see.

Her husband wasted no time with pleasantries, “Let’s get straight to it, Miss Rhea. We’ve heard about your situation with the Thornes… and frankly, it works to our advantage. We’re prepared to hand over our company to you, free of charge.” I blinked, “Free? My assistant mentioned that to me previously.” My tone was cautious, because in business, free was never really free. Not that they hid what they wanted. Mr. Martin leaned forward, folding his hands on the table, “Yes. But in return, we want something from you. Something only someone with your resourcefulness can accomplish.” I leaned back, studying them, “And what exactly is that?” The couple exchanged a brief glance before Mrs. Martin s

“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.”

he asks, placing the phone in his pocket. The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Even as I said it, I wondered if I was making a deal or lighting a match. If I'm stuck here, I might as well make it count. His brow arched, surprised. “But only if you give me something first.” He folded his arms. “You’re bargaining?” “I’m surviving.” A pause. His eyes searched mine. “What do you want?” “Revenge.” That word tasted like ash and blood. It clawed its way out of me. “On Ethan, Jade, and Mara.”