Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

“On your knees, Tristian. I want you to suffer the same way you've made me suffer all these years. I want you to eat the same fruit you've given to me all these years, Tristian. Do you know how long I waited for you?” She paused, and I watched her check the revolver, remove it from safety and then point it straight at my face. I was terrified, and I knew she knew it. This wasn't the Ciara Hemsworth I used to know. This was an angrier version, a version that had sought revenge and had not found it. A version that had finally found revenge, and wanted to talk to her enemy before letting him go. Yes, I was her enemy now.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I was studying everyone: who whispered to who, who smiled too hard, who looked at me like I was a threat. Because one day soon, they all would be shocked. Most especially the main characters in my revenge story. And then, I saw her. At the far end of the hall, under the glow of the chandelier, a woman wearing the same gown as me. Red silk. High slit. The exact same design. My heart gave a strange, amused flutter. For a second, I almost laughed. Then the realization hit me like a quiet shock. That woman was her. Mike’s wife.

She was already seated near the fountain, her hair wet from the storm that had broken over Garden Metro an hour earlier. She looked… different. Harder. Sharper. But also fractured in a way he hadn’t seen before. “I’m losing myself,” she said without looking up. He stood beside her in silence. “I thought revenge would be about control. About healing,” she continued. “But now? I look in the mirror and I don’t know if I’m the girl who was hurt… or the girl who hurts back harder.” Damien folded his arms. “What makes you think you have to choose?”

Her eyes were swollen, bloodshot, they were locked on me with such fury it nearly knocked me flat. Before I could speak, before I could plead, her hand cracked across my face. The slap echoed in the sterile air. My head jerked to the side, my skin burning. “You killed her,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage and despair. “You killed Elizabeth just to cover your stupid act.” My mouth fell open, words choking at the back of my throat. “What? No… no, Alina, I—” But she had already turned away, her body folding back into Dante’s arms as if I no longer existed.

I threaten, earning a growl from the blond guy watching us with a scowl. “Living like that isn’t anything new for me,” she says calmly. “But don’t worry. I give you my word—what I want most is to get revenge on Oliver. I could never betray my new partner.” She offers her hand to seal the deal, and as a sliver of light filters into the SUV, my eyes narrow when I notice her split lip. “What happened to you here?” I ask, gently taking her chin and inspecting her face. I’m certain she didn’t have that injury a few days ago.

Every detail, from the curl of his tiny fingers to the sweet, milky scent of his skin, was burned into my mind. I closed my eyes, willing myself to forget, but the image only grew clearer. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and salty, remembering his heartbeat slowing until it stopped altogether. The pain was like a physical force, squeezing the air from my lungs until I couldn't breathe. Hours passed, each one filled with the steady ache of grief and the fierce determination for revenge. Finally, I pushed myself out of bed, my movements slow and heavy as I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face and changed my clothes and I felt as if I were underwater, the world around me muted and d

The other woman looked at Natalie in sympathy and Natalie flinched from these terrible memories. She pressed her slightly swollen face which got punched by Henry’s men on his command. “But this time, I won’t let her win… I will show her true identity to everyone… This time, I won’t let her keep the mask of an educated, respected woman… I will show her real self to the whole world.” Gritting her teeth, Natalie was determined to take revenge for her insult to Emma and even started brewing the plan for it. **** “Hey…” Natalie hugged a group of friends and started to pour drinks into their glasses.

When he brought me to the market he pushed me off the cart with my hands still tied to my back, breaking my nose and making me lose yet more teeth. Part of me wants revenge but another part of me is hesitant. Not for Nasir but for me. The Dysnomia who was obsessed with revenge wasn’t a nice person. She was cruel and hoped to find something in revenge that isn’t there; peace. I will never regret what I did to Ahriman and I am no saint but I have discovered that revenge isn't the answer to healing yourself. A wet sloppy kiss is placed half on my eye, I wipe the drool off of my face and give the bringer of this wet surprise a big hug, “Hello Derora what brings you here?”

And with all the life in me, I will come back again! I will rise from the ashes. And when I do, the Andersson family watch out! Because you will not know what hit you until it’s too late. That’s my promise to you! When I take my seat on the airplane, I finally relax a bit and caress my belly. It’s you and me now! Your mommy got this. I will not cry a single tear for your dad again. He is not worth it! but one day I will come back and take revenge. That fucking jerk.