I Love Revenge Novels & Stories

Marcus: *When are we moving on the government files? I stared at the message. Didn't respond. Outside Adrian's office, I could hear him on the phone. His voice steady. Professional. Trying to hold everything together. *"I don't remember pulling the trigger."* I looked at the closed laptop again. And for the first time since that night two years ago, I wondered if revenge was worth it. If destroying him would bring Aurora back. Or if it would just create two monsters instead of one. The cursor blinked. Waiting.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

“Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.” My plan was clear; infiltrate, gain their trust, gather information and avenge my father. For the first two, I had already done that. But gathering information in this place was like walking through a maze blindfolded. I leaned against my chair staring at the door he had just walked through. I had to remind myself that Ricardo was dangerous, just because he spoke softly and seemed kind didn't mean otherwise. I had seen him in action. But still…. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not about my revenge or my mission but the way he kissed me like I was precious.

I replied, sipping my wine. “Exactly,” she confirmed. I smiled and ended the call. A cold shower was next, and then I drifted off to sleep like a baby. They say revenge only brings pain, but I knew that was a myth. Watching my enemies realize they were about to go down was a checkmate.

Isabella opened her mouth to lie, to say it was all part of the plan, that her feelings weren't real. But she couldn't. "Yes," she whispered. "God help me, yes. I love him." Maria's expression softened slightly. "Then why are you doing this? If you love him, why are you planning to hurt him?" "Because I don't know how to stop! I've spent three years becoming this person, planning this revenge. I don't know who I am without it anymore." Tears spilled down Isabella's cheeks. "And now there's this man who's all tangled up in the family that destroyed us, and he's good, Mama. He's not like his father. But I'm so deep in the lies that I can't find my way out."

“Now this boils down to the question Sophia asked you back at the café. How about you make your own choice? Those people have treated you wrongly, and you know it. They need to pay, and you can do something about that.” I rested back in my chair and crossed my legs, the motion casual, the body language of a man who’d rehearsed this delivery. Her face changed, the calculation was visible now, a map of the gears turning behind her eyes. That particular look told me I’d struck the right nerve: pain softened by opportunity, anger polished by the scent of revenge. All I needed now was a few seconds. Let her debate quietly with herself; let the hatred bloom so bright it eclipses any rational fear.

But deep down, I know that revenge, while sweet, comes with its own burdens. I sit in my office, staring out the window, the cityscape blurring as my thoughts drift. The cost of this revenge weighs heavily on my mind. I’ve sacrificed so much—my family, the people I love most in this world. My thoughts wander to Logan, the man I used to exact my revenge. He loves me deeply, and yet I’ve manipulated him for my own purposes.

“How to be patient. How to smile while planning someone’s downfall. How to let a man think he’s forgiven… right up until the knife is already in his back.” His breath hitched. “But you still came back to me,” he whispered. “You stayed. You accepted the ring.” “I needed you exactly where you were,” I replied. “In love. Distracted. Trusting.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “Revenge works best when the victim believes they’re winning.” His face crumpled…but still, still… “I don’t hate you,” he said brokenly. “I don’t feel betrayed. I just… I just love you.”

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote: