Her revenge contract Novels & Stories

Aline's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke to her newfound ally, "I've learned who I truly am, and I won't let anyone stand in the way of claiming what belongs to me." Ethan, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Aline, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Aline nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted upon her by the man she had once considered a father. "I won't let revenge define me, Ethan. But justice must prevail. The man who cast me aside, who sold me like a pawn, he will answer for his sins."

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible and make sure that the divorce wouldn't leave any lasting scars on her. Tristan was released after only 14 days in detention. Even then, he hadn't given up on revenge. He started livestreaming. With unbelievable shamelessness, he openly talked about how he had targeted Yvonne, broken up her marriage, and manipulated her into selling off her company. As notoriety grew, so did the attention. The more viewers cursed him, the happier he seemed. To him, their outrage just brought him more traffic. Unfortunately for him, he'd forgotten that Yvonne wasn't going to let him off so easily.

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

Which meant— Victor had started approaching Dante not long after the man got out of prison. “He deliberately waited until Dante was completely broken first,” Peter muttered quietly. “Then he offered him a way out.” Aurora immediately looked up. “Does Dante know any of this?” “No.” Peter’s answer came without hesitation. “And that’s the most dangerous part.” Because Dante thought he was being helped. When in reality— Victor was only using him as a tool for revenge. The call ended a few minutes later. And the atmosphere in the room grew even heavier afterward. Aurora slowly walked toward the large window in the living room.

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

Sophie’s grip on the contract tightened as she stood across the room from Damien. The air between them felt heavier, thick with unspoken tension. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself. There was no turning back now. If she wanted revenge, this man—her ex-step-uncle—would be her ticket. But emotions had no place in her plan. “I have three rules,” she declared, her voice unwavering. Damien’s sharp gaze locked onto hers, a silent dare flickering in his eyes.

Shock was too mild a word; I had detonated a bomb in her lap and then watched her sit there with trembling hands, trying to understand why the man she thought she knew had suddenly demanded marriage. A contract marriage, no less. I dragged a hand over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I muttered to the glass, watching my own reflection glare back— controlled, but barely. Except… that wasn’t entirely true, was it? This contract had once been the centerpiece of a plan— my revenge plan. A beautifully constructed trap meant to bind a Corvella to me legally, socially, and financially. To destroy them with their own daughter as the pawn.

I grabbed his hand, splayed his fingers flat against the arm of the chair, and pressed down on the smallest one until it bent at an angle fingers aren't built to bend. He screamed. "Who paid you." "I don't know! I swear to God I don't know, they never gave me a name—" I pressed harder. Something gave under my thumb with a small, wet sound, and his scream climbed into something almost inhuman. "A location, then. A face. A voice on a phone. Give me one true thing, Reyes, and I'll stop." "I can't—there's nothing, there's nothing to give you, I don't know who they are, I swear on my life—"

What was so terrible that he would abandon his legacy and let me, the easy scapegoat, shoulder all the blame? And why, after all these years, did he come back for me? Not for love, not for forgiveness. He came with a contract, with cold revenge in his eyes. If the old story was a lie, then his revenge was based on a fiction. So what was his real reason? What game was he actually playing? What else is he hiding?