His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

My hands trembled when I saw her, while my feet softened and weakened like a Jell-O. Was this real? Was she really lying there on that bed? Why? What happened to her? Why was she here? “I wish she still remembered you,” Zeke added softly as he smirked. “Go on. Come closer. My feet felt glued to the floor. I didn’t know how to approach her. Hesitant, slowly fading as my hands trembled. My eyes widened, guilt all over me. Was I really the reason? Her wrists and ankles were restrained. Tears streamed down my face at the sight of her, so helpless, so broken.

“I won't lie to you, Genie. I wanted revenge. I wanted to make her suffer as she had made me suffer. I had a suspicion that she might make a play for me if I turned up. I'd heard the rumors about her husband's finances. I planned to lead her on for a while if she did, then crush her totally once she'd burnt her bridges behind her with Webster.” “If that was your plan, why did you hire me to come with you? Wouldn't you have been better by yourself?” “Of course. But it seemed my feelings for you were already beginning to compete with my so-called feelings for her. I told myself you were the perfect salve for my male pride, plus a possible weapon to spur Whitney on since she always did enjoy st

I answered and felt her gaze on me. "No, you spent a whole month planning revenge, there is a difference between anger and grieving because anger is just a small part of grieving, you can't just be mad and then be done with it, you have to accept it, " She said and I turned to her and saw her eyes are filled with something I never saw in them, hatred, regret, I don't know and I don't think I care. "do you even regret it?" she asked and I immediately answered "not for a damn second, " she let out a small laugh.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

Pain made her who she was today and as heartbreaking as it sounds, she hated pity. “I am furious because I am not allowed to be angry at the situation. I feel bad already that a whole pack had to be killed for our revenge to be complete but don’t be mistaken, I don’t regret it. I knew the revenge wouldn’t come without a price but I didn’t expect it to be so brutal and now I have to suck up to the daughter of my enemy because she is bound to me for life. This is as understanding as I can get with her for now so don’t ask me for more.”

Her delicate frame seemed smaller somehow as if the weight of her pain had compressed her into a ball of misery. The room was quiet except for the sound of her weeping, and I could feel the heaviness of regret pressing down on me. My desire for revenge had blinded me to the consequences of my actions. The thrill of seeing Shea hurt had clouded my judgment, and now I was left with a hollow feeling of emptiness.

"You're not fit to even say the word." Nelly's smile turned venomous. "Really? Then why did Diego do everything I asked? Including," she leaned in close, "having me witness your humiliation today?" The truth hit like a physical blow. Every cruel action, every calculated move - all to please this woman. How could he do this to me? I fled before she could see me break. Home. I needed to get home, pack my things, and erase every trace of Diego Myers from my life. This time, the tears didn't come. Only ice-cold certainty. He'd regret this. They both would.

She was better off as ‘Timid Isla’ rather than this angry bird she was trying so hard to be. I smiled “You’re a Monster, Cayden. And you deserve to suffer— you and everyone you love! You betrayed me and it means nothing to you, but I assure you, you’ll regret!” She bawled and started for the door. But I didn’t bother stopping her. Yes, I had cheated on her and betrayed her, but it wasn’t my fault. It was hers. She had been too… too Isla-ish. While Ivanka was her direct contrast. “I don’t think I’ll regret a thing!” I called out as she furiously made her way away. The guards that I could snap in half had left too and there was finally silence. Not the silence one would use for contemplation a

She knew the situation was serious, but she didn't expect him to suffer like this. "I'm confident nothing will happen to me," Griffith assured her. She took a deep breath and hugged him tightly. "Griffith, I regret it." The revenge for her parents had indeed made her hate to the bone, wishing for the Sanchez family, as well as all the accomplices and beneficiaries like Eliot, to meet their end. But it wasn't worth it if Griffith had to sacrifice himself for her closure. Griffith hugged her, saying, "I don't regret it."

He hates talking, and his secretary usually does the dealings. My eyes were drowsy and I could barely concentrate. Dante tried his best to convince me and I could see facts in his words. If I stayed close to him, it would be easier to exert revenge. Perfect! However, my ears picked up his lines when he said he needed my help to win the businessman for the year. I let out an unintentional scoff. He need not say more, for his greed made him seek me. What pisses me off was the fact that he acted as though he didn't know me.