Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

“You… you are here for revenge? I'm the one who lost his life. The one who spent his entire life living because he wants to get back his family's killer. But I don't get revenge. You do. How fair.” I stared him right in the eyes and uttered these words. “You stabbed my husband and you hurt my son. I don't fucking care about anything that happened to you.” “Neither will I.” He started to step back. His feet had been placed on a floor board the entire time. I looked down at his feet. There is only one thing capable of been held down like that. A BOMB.

And she had no idea why. “And do you want to know why?” he continued, halting her straying thoughts. “Because I know what marriage means to you. I know what you've imagined your marriage to be. I know that you've dreamt about your wedding in a certain way. And that's why I'm here, to crush any chance of that dream manifesting. To make sure you never get the marriage you've encraved in your mind. To get you stuck in this loveless marriage forever… I know what that stupid word ‘love’ does to you. And knowing that you would never get that gives me the absolute form of satisfaction, my dearest wife. So buckle up and come to terms with your life because shedding tears isn't going to change the ou

He was my husband in the first place He wasn’t just physically appealing—there was something deeper. Something dangerous, yes, and I knew I wasn't supposed to be going down this path. This was a revenge path. The plan was to make him fall in Love with me and not the other way around. I couldn't let feelings for him resurface and ruin my perfectly laid out plan I couldn’t forget why I was here. I couldn’t let myself get too close. Not when everything I was doing was part of a bigger plan. Not when I was so close to achieving the revenge I’d been dreaming of.

“It might interest you to know that your darling husband killed Roman Vasilis in cold blood.” I… I couldn’t breathe. Every single thing stopped. Even the room stopped spinning as the impact of my father’s words started to hit me slowly. Maverick… killed Roman? When I raised my gaze to look at Harold, he had a satisfied smirk on his face. “I suppose now that you know your husband also has blood on his hands, you will learn to be a little less judgemental about the kind of things people like me would do to protect the ones they love—”

“You here to ask what your wife looks like when she’s screaming my name?” Billy didn’t answer. He lunged. The first punch caught Luis by surprise, sending him sprawling into a wall of mirrors. The next one met resistance—Luis was stronger than he looked. The two men tangled, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing through the empty space. “You think this is about jealousy?” Billy growled, slamming Luis into a locker. “You destroyed my marriage!” Luis laughed, blood on his lips. “Your marriage was already broken, Jackson. Maybe if you weren’t such a cold bastard, she wouldn’t have needed me to make her feel alive. Face it—you bored her.”

But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The man who once abandoned her that night; the father of her child turns out to be her husband. The woman he thought he could control becomes the one who can destroy him. As old wounds reopen and buried secrets rise to the surface, their fake marriage turns into a dangerous game of passion, power, and revenge, where the line between love and hate blurs, and redemption might come too late.

“You see, my arrival in Canada and the purchase of the hospital were not a simple whim… well, maybe a little. But this goes much deeper. I want us to talk business.” He picked up a glass of wine and took a slow sip. “I’m listening,” I said. There was something about him that completely captured my attention. He looked determined, confident—like someone who always knew exactly what he wanted. “First, we need to do something about your husband,” he said bluntly. “I don’t like seeing a child treat such a beautiful woman that way. He doesn’t deserve you, and everyone knows it… well, almost everyone.” He looked at me expectantly, as if suggesting I was the only one who hadn’t realized it yet.

Lucien held my gaze for a moment longer. "Alright, Officer Vale," he said. “Let’s make your husband regret ever hurting you”

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

3 bare women enjoyed their night with Luis Park. 1 day later. A man who looked pale opened his eyes while lying. "This is not harem!"He grumbled. He can still feel the pain. Of course, he didn't enjoy it. His dominant attitude didn't show up. 'Nayna...I will take my revenge to you too. How come you do this to me! As your husband, you need to ask my consent first.' He thought. Yet the wife he called is blushing, glowing in pink. 'I'm sorry.' She thought.