Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

He asked her. She didn't answered. "Do you remember you slapped me when I kissed you!" He shouted while she got frightened badly. "Yes I do" she replied with crying voice. "Then now I'm going to take revenge on you" For the first time in while she lifted her face up to look at him. "Just watch me in the eyes" he told her. Not even a second passed and he slapped her face down so hard that her jaw even moved and she fell on the floor. Not a scream left her mouth.

He said, "Geri, I'm curious. Once you cure me, how exactly are you planning to get your revenge?" Her hand faltered. He pressed on, "Are you going to blow out my other ear? Make me blind in one eye? Pimp me out? Or… make me deliver more condoms to you and Jonah? Don't tell me you're putting in so much effort to save me out of some lingering affection for a sinner like me."

Lina pouted making the rest of the girls laugh. “Lina,” I said softly, “I remember you but I don’t remember a lot of things, because there are some things that I would rather forget. Being me isn’t really easy after all especially when all that your father can think of is breed and sell the women of his pack.” Lina’s eyes grew big as she finally realized who the hell I was. “No,” she said her hand going to her mouth as she looked at me. “But you look different.” “That’s the second part of my confession,” I said with a smile. “I came back here with a different face because I want to have my revenge. Revenge against the people who had hurt me and made me suffer.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Lance stood up and chuckled dryly. “I am telling you Dame is a dangerous weapon when what he seeks doesn’t fall into his hands. In fact, his hatred grows faster than his affection.” He paused and held my gaze intently. “I know you didn’t return to love up on Dame. He might be blinded to it but I see revenge in your eyes. I won’t dare to stop you. If you were my sister and he did all that he did to you, I would have made him pay with his life.”

She grappled with the realization that her quest for revenge had led to collateral damage. Finding a quiet spot in the park nearby, Rita sat down, tears streaming down her face. She realized that her desire for vengeance had consumed her, blinding her to the pain she was causing. She had let her anger cloud her judgment, leading her to make a decision she now regretted.

“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.”

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

The process eased the tremor in her bones, restoring a flicker of color to her ashen face. She stood before the mirror, examining the reflection of her exquisitely beautiful, delicate young face. A chilling, detached smile stretched her lips. Even in her dreams, her soul refused to rest easy. Her rebirth was not a gift of peace, but a mandate for vengeance. The score was not settled; she had new enemies and old debts to collect. But first, she looked down at the atrocious, threadbare cotton coat that was her only possession. She needed to rectify her embarrassing image.

Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection. The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point. But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left. Revenge. The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom in my red-bottom heels, a small smile on my face. Ethan gave me a once-over and smiled in satisfaction as he took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

She envisioned the look of shock on his face as his world came crashing down, just as hers had all those years ago. But even as her heart yearned for retribution, a voice of caution whispered in her mind. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? Would exacting revenge bring her the peace and closure she sought? Amia closed the book, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. She knew that revenge was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting harm on both the avenger and the avenged. Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through.