Her Revenge Novels & Stories

The way she used to sing. She thought about her brothers. Caleb and Theo. The candy he used to sneak her. The books he used to underline. They were gone. All of them. And the man sleeping down the hall was connected to the people who killed them. How do I revenge against a family like his? She had no army. She had no money. She had no power. She had a memory card. A few names. A ghost of a chance. And she had him. Could I use him?

The fire of repentance burns more than the fire of wrath- it's eternal. She hesitantly stood up and left. After she left, I cursed loudly and pulled my hair in frustration. ‘Just how can I do this?! How can I become Mr. Layne? I would rather die to turn myself into him.’ And... I never felt like this when I saw her tears before. My revenge was still incomplete, would I be able to bear to see her reaction on the day when my revenge would be completed? ‘Can she bear it? No, Don't think about it.’

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

In a reflex action, my palm held my cheek, there was a little cut but thankfully no blood. “You are stupid or you think I'm still that naive Grace?” She spat like a serpent waiting to sting further. My eyes had turned bloodshot and shot spears at her. “You do not have any right to raise your hands on me unprovoked. I know your temper can be very deadly but I'm not entangled with you anymore, therefore you cannot attack me.” My tone was calm but dangerous. “Crane, don't be my brother's worst mistake. Leave him alone, for goodness sake, leave me and everything related to me alone. Leave my family alone, no one of us is tied to your mother's womb.” She yelled as her hands flew over her head.

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.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then slowly, I undressed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror — all bones and bruises, scars stretched across skin that no longer belonged to the girl I used to be. I reached down, my fingers brushing the worst one — the jagged silver-dagger wound across my waist. Like a centipede burned into flesh. It still hurt. A lot. But soon, I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. And I didn’t care. After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out.

“Revenge.” ‎

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

I got my revenge, but it doesn’t exactly feel victorious. For years I had imagined just how it would feel when I eventually got to deal with him. Thought of the happiness that might soothe my pains made me crave revenge so much. Instead, here I am feeling sorry for Jean who didn’t blink an eye before making a mess of my life. And thinking I might have gone too far taking Dame’s life’s work away from him. This is so stupid of me. My breath trembled as I tried to get a grip. My phone rang loudly bringing my attention back to the present. With shaky hands, I answered it.