Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

“Wherever you got the picture from, I don't care but I suggest you destroy it and any other copy you have because Grace, you seem to have forgotten who I am. I will mess you up, whatever legacy your family thinks they have and your entire generation will eat from the crumbs that fall from my table.” “No,” she relaxed on her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Leave my brother alone and don't touch him again but if you don't, I'll destroy everything you have because I have you at my finger tips.” She threatened as she waved her manicured stiletto shaped nails at my face. With that, she got up and grabbed her bag. To my surprise she came around and planted a kiss on my head before she

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.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

“Lucian if you are here to pay respects at my father's memorial, I suggest you sit and let the ceremony carry on. Do not cause any distraction, we will sort out whatever issue we have later on.” I clenched my jaw, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. For years, I had lived in the shadow, which made my revenge slower than I wanted. I decided to show my face to Damon now to let him know I was ready to take back what was rightfully mine. With how impatient he is, I know showing myself to him would greatly trouble him, I was certain he was going to snap and try to stage an attack on me, and that was exactly what I wanted. He needed to come to me on his own. Straightening my tie, I replie

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

she muttered as a tear slipped through the corner of her eyes. She had been tortured, only Iris had dared to plead for her but she didn't truly care for her,she knew it but still clung onto that little show of care. But the care the ladies had shown to her was pure and true, she felt it from their words and eyes, it warmed her soul. Her first instinct was to live but she was willing to stay here for them, having someone who genuinely cared was far enough than revenge which she might never get.

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

"I should repay them for their cruel treatment of me, using you as my weapon to get revenge." Jasmine's hand clenched against her chest, trembling. "But what will I gain after that?" she asked, her voice almost fading away. Jasmine weakly clutched Mr. Hawthorne's shirt. "I have already suffered because of the darkness they've brought into my life, and I cannot endure more by living in the shadow of regret if I seek revenge. So, please..." Mr. Hawthorne gazed at Jasmine for a long time, sensing her strength and determination, making his heart tremble. Jasmine was different from him, who planned to seek revenge on the Fosters in the future.