Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred with unshed tears, but for the first time in a long time, they were tears of relief. She had gotten her revenge. Against Henry, who had betrayed her. Against Alice, who had tormented her. And against Janice, who had played her own cruel part in the destruction of Flora’s life. Life had thrown its worst at her, and yet, here she stood, victorious.

They had hurt me; she had lied to me; he had used me, I screamed in my heart, suddenly she appeared before me — white irises, white brows, white hair, she smiled and they felt heavnly. “That’s not why you want revenge,” she said softly and I frowned. “He cheated on me with my sister?” I yelled and her lips curved to a warmer grin. “There is more to the eyes than what is seen, and perhaps, when you dig deeper, you might uncover darker secrets—or light. Yet, besides your revenge, it holds no meaning. The true suffering, when it begins, will make you realize why this revenge holds no meaning… not yet. Only when you know will you awaken your purpose. But even then — now, it is all fruitless.”

"I am not here to have fun. I am here to work. And you are just getting in the way.” Her face fell, the spark vanishing into a look of pure humiliation. "I thought…" "You thought wrong." I stepped back, pointing a steady finger at the door. "Out." She scrambled with her heels clicking a shamed rhythm as she bolted out of the room. I watched the door swing shut then let out a dark chuckle shaking my head. "Still got it," I muttered to the dusty room. The appeal was a weapon, one I’d practiced for years. Today it was useless. I didn't want a distraction. I was here for revenge.

her words carried a weight of remorse. “Shh,” I soothed her, patting her back. If anyone was acting selfishly, it was me. She pulled away from our embrace and stared at me. Her hands cupped my cheeks gently. “But I’m not afraid anymore. Lucian helped me. I’m finally going to achieve the revenge I once yearned for. I’ll avenge Henrì, I’ll avenge you, and I’ll avenge myself,” she declared firmly. I gave a bitter smile upon hearing Lucian’s name.

He kissed her deeply again, a final, lingering kiss that promised a future that would never come. Aria watched him drive off, his car a sleek, black silhouette against the neon lights of the city. Her face, which had been a mask of soft, loving affection, now went completely still. The fake smile vanished, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. The gentleness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hard, glittering anger. The hard drive, a cold and foreign object, was a reminder of her true purpose, a purpose that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with a long-overdue revenge.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

I yearned for her to experience a fraction of the pain she had inflicted upon me—to comprehend the repercussions of her deeds! As I scrutinized the comment I left behind, my heart throbbed with intensity. It dawned on me that this was merely the inception of my plan. Countless possibilities lay ahead, a couple of ways to make her atone for her actions. The thirst for vengeance consumed me, sealing my commitment irreversibly. I had embarked upon a transformative appearance journey, propelled by anguish, indignation, and the pursuit of justice. The pivotal question remained: How far would I traverse this road to attain my retribution? And what other concealed truths would I discover during thi

She silently yet firmly spoke the word while staring directly into his eyes. “I came back to take my revenge, Rayan. I'm here to destroy you and your so-called family. I'm here to make every single one of you pay what you guys owe me. My father, my child, and my life. I came back to collect my debts, Mr. Rayan Allen.” Anthea’s blue eyes glinted under the moonlight, reflecting her underlying desire for revenge as she calmly yet boldly informed him of her motive without any fear. She wasn't someone who would cower down in front of her enemy. Even if the enemy happened to be her ex-husband for whom her heart still raced.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.