Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

She hissed and felt her body tremble a little when she felt him press the knife a little into her skin. “Do you know what your pathetic excuse of a husband put me through? I lost my club. I lost my fucking club. I will never forgive him and you bitch. Because of you, he put me through hell. I don’t know what you whore did for him to act that way. What I know is that he snatched the most precious thing I owned and you are responsible for it. Don’t worry! I will not spare him. But first, I will take my revenge on you, and then, get back at that motherfucker.” He laughed darkly.

she whispered, knowing how violent her husband's reaction would be. "What? Which one?" he roared. "I don't know!" She shivered. "I tried to ask Nik, but he didn't want to discuss it as I was supporting them." Thompson's face turned dark, "When did our son become hen-pecked husband?" He growled and called one of his sisters to find out. Realising that he was true, he screamed, "Why wasn't I informed?" "Nik asked us not to." The sister said in a gloomy voice.

– She smiled sheepishly at him, while her fingers ran through the intricate lines of silver and precious stones on the band on her left hand, still not able to believe that this man was really her husband. - And never will again. – Logan solemnly promised, pressing her affectionately against his chest – But I'm glad to know that they no longer occupy an important part of your mind. In fact, I think this is the best revenge we could get: - he opened a huge, satisfied and malicious smile - The fact that they no longer have any power over you.

I felt a sudden rush of fresh air within me, like the heat of being with him disappeared instantly. “Can you slow down?” Ryan called out, his voice cold but he didn't matter. And just as I had escaped someone as annoying as him. I saw something or rather someone else that would be my forever piss me off until my last breath. Reynold stepped out of his car. I stopped on my track, watching my ex husband through the transparent floor to ceiling exit door. The moment he turned around to open the car door for the pregnant Layla, her bump bigger than the last time I saw her. I felt a mix of rage and sadness in my heart.

"Or... the second option: I just kill her right now. No note. No plan. Just a bullet." My blood ran cold. The rage in my chest felt like it was about to explode through my skin. He was talking about my wife as if she were a piece of meat, a pawn in a game of chess. "In both scenarios, she dies," he continued, his eyes dancing with malice. "But at least with the first option, we stay partners. We finish the mission, and I get what you promised me — half of Armando’s assets. You get your revenge for what he did to your father, and I get my empire. We rule this city together as brothers."

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

she said across the kitchen table, "I want you to find me one of your black friends who would be willing to be videotaped fucking me in my ass." I looked at her like she was crazy; "This is a joke, right?" "No joke little brother, just plain old revenge." Martha had caught her husband cheating on her, not just once but several times, and each time he had begged forgiveness and promised never to do it again. The last time, however, he'd gotten caught doing it in the marital bed. Martha intended to punish Bill in the most humiliating way she could think of, by letting a black man fuck her; no, not just fuck her, but fuck her in her ass and tape it so she could show him the video.

Cassius looks shocked with those blue eyes that look innocent but are definitely not innocent. "Dear husband, how do you—" His words die on his lips as I slam him against the wall, a hand around his neck. A yelp escapes his lips. He likes to get under my skin thinking it's fun, right? He likes to see me get worked up, taking revenge on me because of his family. Well, his wish came true. Because I'm not letting him go.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.