His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

“First of Diane and Reign just shut up if you want to have a roof over your heads.” Then he looked at her with cold, disgusted eyes .“You’ve embarrassed this family for the last time, once with one of my wealthy friends. Mr. Thompson. Now this?” “That wasn’t me!” Brooke said, almost begging. “It was Harper. She wore my clothes, she sent—” “Stop lying!” he roared. “You’ve always been a problem. Always craving attention.” Diane tried to speak again, but he silenced her with one look. “River and I have been talking to weeks. His biggest regret was marrying you but unfortunately we had to do it at the time, now Harper is back and ready to take what is rightfully hers. She is Mrs. Gray’’

Deep down, she didn't want him here right now; she just wanted to be completely on her own, isolated from the schemes and the lies. Staring at Julian, a sudden wave of bitterness hit her, and she genuinely regretted the very day she chose to pursue this revenge. It was supposed to be a clever game to break Cal and secure her place, but instead, she felt like she was drowning in the quicksand of her own making. “No,” Julian said, his eyes scanning her face, though he didn't question the redness around her eyes or the dampness on her cheeks. He didn't offer a grand explanation about Charles or why he had abandoned a club full of people just to drive back to the estate.

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 turn, my hands sliding over her trembling form as I gently lay her on the seat of my SUV. “I’m sorry… so sorry,” I murmur, my voice rough with regret, my fingers brushing her hair. Her weight against me, her pulse still racing, makes it impossible to let go. I start the engine, the tires crunching over gravel, and drive back toward the estate. My heart is heavy with regret, but my need is heavier. I cannot make amends; what’s done is done. The villain has claimed the girl, and there is nothing anyone can do. ____________

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.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

' 'The gates are locked,' I said. 'Then we break them,' she said she was desperate more than ever. I got up off the floor. I washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, red eyes and pale skin, and I made a promise to the tiny heartbeat inside me. Nobody is going to hurt you. Not Victor. Not Celeste. Not even your father, nobody. I went to Helena first. She was sitting up in bed, looking out the window. When I walked in, she took one look at my face and held out her arms.

"If I do not go, she will find another way to hurt Liam. I will do it." I stood up, my shoulder aching worse than before. I had to endure this. I had to swallow my Nightfall pride and play the perfect, broken maid. If I showed any strength, Edith would tell Viktor who I truly was, and Liam and I would be hunted down like animals. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I stared at my reflection in the dark window glass. The cycle was spinning perfectly. Juan broke my heart in the courtyard, and now Edith was going to step on the pieces.

I couldn’t think past the revenge. Revenge was the only thing that got me moving again after a few months of their deaths. It was the only thing that will keep me sane and at the head of my pack. That’s exactly what I plan to do. She has to pay everyday for her betrayal. While she didn’t poison them herself, she was related to him. His blood was running through her veins. She was a manipulative liar. She knew everything from the beginning. She was playing innocent. She actually made me regret punishing her. Now that I think about it, twenty lashes were nothing. I should have punished her with a hundred.

I stood still waiting for her to continue what she was saying but she had already dozed off. I wiped the tiny tear that had escaped her eyes and then I kissed her forehead lightly and went out of her room and stood behind her door thinking about all she said and all I want to tell her was Senorita I am sorry because I have to kill you to save my only family my Alexis. Her confession made me realize that her liking me would make it difficult even more difficult for me to kill her. ......End of flashback.....