His Revenge Novels & Stories

He had moved his move for the first time against Scarlett and it had hit the bulls eyes which was kind of giving peace to Shishir. Remembering the things she tried to do and the waiter attacking Ojaswi was driving him insane. He wanted to murder her but he knew that he was not a person to such cheap things. He had his own way to teach a lesson. For him making the rival suffer was what he called the true revenge then killing them. “Mr. Mendes…” Hearing the doctor’s voice, Shishir hastily opened his eyes and got on his feet. Seeing the doctor walking towards him, he too rushed towards him with heart beating out loud and chills running through his entire body.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

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.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

Revan barked, attempting to mask the shaking in his voice. The stranger stepped inside, boots echoing against the concrete floor. “Name’s Kael. Business… and revenge… are my specialties.” Revan’s laughter was bitter, hollow. “Revenge? Ha! Everyone’s left me. My business is gone. My wife left me. Even my name… my reputation… is dust. What kind of revenge do you think I can have?” Kael’s smile didn’t waver. “Sometimes, when a man loses everything, that’s when he finally learns to see clearly. You’ve been blinded by arrogance and obsession for too long.”

“But I know you, Adrian Holt. New money. Fast money. Unimpressed by stories about shadows.” Adrian’s fingers tightened around his glass. “You shouldn’t be listening to other people’s conversations.” “You weren’t having a conversation,” the man said. “You were making a promise. That they don’t get to do this to you.” “I don’t need an audience,” Adrian grumbled. “Everyone needs an audience, Adrian Holt,” the man replied. “Otherwise, revenge is just anger in the dark.” The word “revenge” slid under Adrian’s skin like a hot knife.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

Rather he cackled in spite, “Oh for sure, I'll kill her but not before I earn my fair share of torture for the crimes of her people….” “You seem to be forgetting that you brought this on your people. Consider this a part of our retribution for your sins against us….” I gritted out through his chokehold. Then he snapped, “Revenge? You really thought the fucking shit show you pulled was a smartass revenge?” “It seems you're completely oblivious to the fact that by doing this, you've willingly thrust yourself into the enemy’s den. Don't you know?” he hissed maliciously.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.