His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

"I played my role perfectly, didn’t I? The loyal friend. The caring sister. The one who always supported you. And in return, I got to watch you walk through life like it was a stage built just for you. So no, Grizzy. I'm not jealous. I'm simply just tired of being treated as rag to clean up your mess." My heart pounded in my chest. I clenched my fists. "So this is revenge?" She smirked, tilting her head. "Whatever your sorry ass wants to call it." I exhaled slowly, standing as well. "Get out." She arched a brow. "Excuse me?" "Get. Out." My voice was ice.

Her hand again caressed her stomach. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered softly. In two different places, two people who had once been bound by marriage spent the night with opposite feelings. Camelia began to move forward. Meanwhile, Calvin, without realizing it, was becoming more and more trapped in a regret he had yet to admit. “Am I regretful? Oh no, this isn’t regret. I just want revenge on her,” Calvin muttered.

SWEET REVENGE. XENIA'S POV. I shouldn't be a mess in my second life after the first was filled with hatred and manipulation. My past life's traumas still fuel my hatred, and the turmoil within me is palpable. I stood in the garden, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, my gaze lingering on each bloom. A sly smile spread across my face as I savored the sweet taste of revenge. A gentle breeze rustled the flowers, and I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. My head snapped up, my eyes scanned the garden, and that's when I saw him. Rico. My mate, My enemy.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

Alexander's eyes turned stormy and the darkness in that gaze almost undid me, so I turned away and hoped that my words drew blood. I walked away before I could see what came after that. Behind me I heard Romy's careful voice. "She looks terrible, Alex. You're really going to let her leave like that?" I heard Alexander's low exhale, that then his emotionless response, "It's the lesson she deserves." Of course, what was I expecting? I kept walking. Why does that still hurt? I pressed my hand harder against my stomach and moved through the afternoon crowd and told myself I was not going to feel anything about Alexander Hagreeves today. I was done. I had said I was done and I meant it.

“Or are you angry about the push? Victoria, you know I would never hurt you. It was just an accident. You should forget about it. Or are you so petty that you want revenge for a mistake?” A mistake that could have taken her life. A mistake that had once left her bedridden for weeks. But this time she had woken up the very same day. Not only that, the Harrigans had arrived earlier than before. Something had clearly changed. But it did not matter what had changed. Her desire for revenge only grew stronger as she looked at Giselle’s face. There was not even a trace of guilt on it. But that did not matter now.

My dad had been conned by three women in his lifetime. The first broke his heart. The second left him bankrupt. The third got him killed. The day I buried him, I swore I would never make the same mistakes he had. When Eloise Russell asked whether I was interested in becoming her kept man, I pulled out a contract and started negotiating my price. One of her best friends laughed and said, "Traditional gold diggers pretend they don't care about money. They play hard to get so they can squeeze out more later. The new generation just puts a price tag on themselves right away. Now that's smart." I ignored the sarcasm in her voice and focused on calculating how long it would take me to save en

I stumbled back, my hand hitting the doorframe. "I never loved you. I never wanted you. I never regretted losing you." He stepped toward me, his voice cold and deliberate. "The only thing I regretted was not getting what I wanted sooner. You were nothing but a stepping stone, Ymir. A tool. And now that you've outlived your usefulness, I have no more use for you." I stared at him. The man I had loved. The man I had grieved. The man who had knelt in the garden and begged for forgiveness.

If I could go back in the past and change it, hell I'd do it for anything in this world. I wanted her back. And I would get her back. Whatever the cost may be. I was ready to find her just to lose her all over again. If it meant seeing her again? I was in for it. I was fucking desperate. When Alessio found out about what I said to his sister, he was furious to say the least. I apologized but instead of accepting my apology, he kneed me where she sun doesn't shine and shot me a grin afterwards. 'Now, I forgive you' were his exact words. And Truth be told, I deserved it.

Imprisoned, his needs she yield, and when both of them in a primal desperate attempt filled the sheer fire, remorse began to replaced her lust. ‘What have I done?’ She thought. But regret were too late to be recalled now.