Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

"I feel like I'm about to run." "Good. Do it anyway." His hand found the small of her back, warm through the silk of her dress, and steered her toward the room instead of away from it. "Everyone in this ballroom already knows your husband is sleeping with my wife. Tonight, we give them something else to talk about." They made it four steps before the first head turned. By the tenth, conversations were dying mid-sentence all across the room. Hannah kept her chin up and let Andy's hand stay exactly where it was.

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

Leon raised his foot, aimed it toward Brody's other leg, and felt the sweet taste of revenge in his heart! "Leon, stop! How dare you hurt my husband! I'll take you on myself!" Marilyn roared like a madwoman and charged aggressively toward Leon. Leon reacted quickly and slapped Marilyn hard on the face, knocking her to the ground.

“She can't even be civil, after spreading her fucking legs for my husband and snatching him away?" “Ex-husband". Jenn corrected. “I don't give a fuck". I snapped. “He was my husband when she took him away". Jenn said nothing. “Charlotte", Jameson said quietly, “Are you all right?" He was focused on the road. I sagged in my seat. “I'm just pissed". I mumbled. “And distracting him". Jenn scolded. “He's driving, you know". She gave me a look when I looked at her.

His grip tightened around me, firm, unyielding, and protective. I felt his chest rise sharply beneath my cheek. Then his head dipped closer, his voice low and fierce against my ear. “I promise you,” he said, every word heavy with restraint and rage. “I’ll give you a satisfying revenge.” I clutched him tighter as fresh tears spilled over, not from fear this time. From knowing I was finally safe. Knowing my husband was alive. Knowing Cornell had made the last mistake of his life. I nodded vigorously. I wanted him dealt with… even killed. I won't feel sorry for him.

She is not the type to attack others, she is…’’ ‘’she killed your wife and child five years ago!’’ Caroline blurted out letting out the secret of the past. ‘’you told me that you married her to get revenge on her for killing your family. Isn’t that why you married her for revenge so why are you acting as if you truly love when we both know that you don’t!’’

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

Bethany asked as she suddenly grabbed hold of a dagger. "Who are you? I haven't done anything wrong; why are you guys keeping me locked in here? Please let me go; my wife is pregnant!”. Hearing this, Bethany was suddenly reminded of her tragic end at the time. However, she pretended not to be so concerned as she bent over with her masked face lower than the man. “I'll give you three more chances. You only have three chances to save yourself from my wrath and anger. If you fail to provide who asked you to lay an ambush on that woman, then I would be forced to punish your pregnant wife and little kid along with you."

Duncan’s gun barrel pressed on his forehead, and he knew his time was running out quickly. At this critical moment, Victor chose his words with a sly and provocative smile: - Too late, nephew. She must have become your sister-in-law by now... Victor’s words were like a sharp blade cutting through Duncan’s soul. His eyes, already laden with hatred, now burned with rage. He regretted not killing Louie when he had the chance, but would not make the same mistake with Victor. Without a second thought, Duncan pulled the trigger, ending Victor’s life in a final act of ruthless revenge.

He asked, probing. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "Of course, that woman is included in my plans for revenge, Sebastian. What kind of question is that? My revenge won't be complete if I don't get back at that woman. She knows Lucas is married, but she allowed herself to become his mistress. A shameless woman! She's itchy!" I yelled with frustration. A corner of Sebastian's lips rose as he stared intently at me. "You're right. I thought you had no intention of getting back at your husband's mistress," he remarked.