Loving Wife Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

Even now every time my fingers brushed her soft skin, every hitch of her breath cracked through my armor like stone pelting a glass window until cracks formed. And every time it fucking hurt. Somehow, even how it had begun, my journey of revenge, I have ended up taking care of my wife that I claimed to hate more times than I should have. As I began to wipe her down, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. Not that I was capable of looking anywhere else when I parted her legs to clean her. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, Lachlan’s come still leaking out of her. My throat tightened at the view and my spent cock hardened again like I hadn't just come inside her a few minutes ago.

"I'm only taking back what was mine in the first place." "Shut up!" I screamed. "You don't even have proof to back up your claim!" After the wedding, he didn't even let me enjoy the honeymoon bliss, he quickly showed his real intentions on our wedding night. He told me how Abuelo took real estate properties from their family. He said the whole land where Hacienda Camilla is belongs to his family and that Abuelo seized it illegally. But why would I believe him? This whole revenge plot against me was based on that alone. If I know, they could just be barbers' tales! What if he was just delusional?

"I’m coming back to L.A. Get everything ready. The meeting. Make sure everyone’s available." I hung up and looked at my reflection at the window. The woman staring back at me wasn’t the wife who’d been cheated on. She was colder, more dangerous. I was going to make them pay. Slowly.

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

No father. Clara pressed the drawing to her chest. For the first time since that night, tears came, silent and shaking. She understood now: the messages, the perfume, the precision of every word Ms. Rowen had spoken. This had never been about love or jealousy. It had been about revenge. And it was still unfolding. End of Chapter 4 — The Shape of Guilt

"My wife didn't die because of the illness and depression she suffered. "In fact, all this time, Loretta had been giving her medicine that made my wife suffer and die slowly. Loretta came back for revenge for what my wife and I had done all this time. She made my wife suffer and killed her slowly. And she also intends to do the same to me.

Apparently, during which Asher went through an emotional roller coaster and had to make the decision of his life, he had to make that choice between how he is feeling about her wife at the moment or to focus on his revenge for whatever she did in the past. She silently went to her room and started sobbing, she couldn't help but to recall how happy life she was living before, though she was middle class, she was studying on scholarships, earning for her food but at least she wasn't a slave and now he is not leaving any opportunity to ruin her and she is also keeping mum until she gets fine. She cursed the day when she put ointment on his hand when her friend burnt him with hot coffee. She def

She might be an old lady but she had already instilled so much fear in me that once glance the wrong way could reset my brain and make me quiver. “You think I brought you here to reunite with your fucking old lover?” she scolded. “Have you forgotten what he did to you? Have you forgotten he kicked you out when you were fucking pregnant and not once did he even look back!” She finished with a strong taste of Malice that brought tears to my eyes again. He didn't know I was pregnant. He already explained everything to me. He didn't know. He had no choice. Did he? Did he lie?

Say you're a traitor? "Miss Vera and her husband had a problem, so they got married. Even so, the two of them still have feelings for each other, her husband can give her everything, but the previous pain that he created has already caused her to lose her life. Losing Vera's reason, she shook hands with the new person who harmed her and took revenge. When she had not done anything too wrong that her husband was in trouble, she became pregnant and corrected her mistake knowing all. Now she's like changing skin, no more hatred but only the love of a mother for her child."

They will pretend that they were against it, but later on—she will enjoy the luxurious life, but he’s no fool, Romanov marries her to teach her a lesson. “You scheming bitch.” On his belief, Anna is a gold digger. “You have no right to decide, but I have the last day. I’ll marry you, if I wanted to, and I can kill you… whenever I wanted, Anna Mason.” Her tears rolled down on her cheeks. Why was fate so cruel to her? She only wanted to get revenge, and get it over with. But it was her who suffer the cost, and the consequences. Threatened to be killed if she says no. Romanov have the upper hand over her, and not Anna herself.