My Sweet Revenge Book Novels & Stories

One where she was happy and safe. Loved and treasured… Because at the end of the day, it only felt bittersweet to know, that the people who did this to her, never would be able to hurt her again. Thanks to me… Alpha of the Tartarus Pack! Hell’s Alpha… At that, I smirked. They say revenge is a dish best served cold… I think it’s a dish best served--- In Hell…

Giving him till the end of the day before I go into a full panic mode. It took me a long time to have the strength to get back up and stand on my legs again. But eventually I did. I wiped away all traces of my disgust, anger, heartbreak, and grief, and focused on one thing, and one thing only. Revenge. What do they say about it? Revenge is always sweet, it’s the aftertaste that’s bitter.

“Of course, baby. The biggest one.” He cheered, racing down the hall, blissfully unaware of the man whose blood ran in his veins. For one wild second, she wanted to tear the invitation in half. But the woman she had become, the woman who had clawed her way into couture, smiled instead. He didn't know she was back for revenge and he didn’t know that she had a son for him. She pressed the invitation flat on the glass desk, her reflection staring back at her. “This time, Leonard,” she whispered, “you won’t laugh.”

I was to be available when needed, silent when not, and convincing enough to sell the illusion of intimacy. And in return he would offer me power. Position. Revenge. Everything Caleb thought he’d stolen from me, Dominic was offering back—multiplied. All he wanted was my signature. I stood by the desk in silence, fingers wrapped around the pen. It was heavier than I expected, cold metal pressed to my palm. “Just walk away,” I whispered to myself, “you don’t need to get revenge,..you aren’t that petty.” But the problem was that I wanted to be petty - for just this once.

I think about it before I answer. “Her position,” I say. “Her choices. The way she moves. The way she reacts.” Jane narrows her eyes a little. “That sounds like analysis,” she says. “It is,” I reply. “And not revenge?” she asks. “No,” I say. Jane studies me for a moment longer. “She’s going to try to make you feel small,” she says finally. I nod. “Yes,” I say. “She always does.” “And you’re still going?” she asks.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I do love him. You know nothing about me, Nicholas Chavez.” “Then why are you here? Why didn't you stop me when I-” “This is just my little way of getting my revenge. And guess what? It's a sweet revenge. The sweetest one you'd ever get.” I chuckled without looking at him, putting on my shoes. He stood up and grabbed my waist roughly. “You're mine, and mine only. Damon is dead, Kiara.” I groaned in pain, feeling a sharp twist in my chest at the mention of Damon's death. “What did you do to him?” I said coldly, my eyes blazing with hot tears that were about to fall.

Hello, dearest readers. I can’t believe I’m writing this… the final note for Ex-Husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet. It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling right now. There’s a quiet ache in my chest, a sense of pride, love, and yes — a little sadness — because saying goodbye to these characters, to this journey, isn’t easy. Isabel, Alexander, Scarlett, Sterling, Aurora… and Roy. They’ve all become so real to me. And I know they became real to you too.

I replied to him furiously. “Silas, you know that you ruined my life, you killed our baby, and now you're saying I did it. How dare you call me a murderer, you gaslighter?” I added. I couldn't hold back my tears. A few drops of tears welled down my cheeks. I wiped my tears immediately so they wouldn't notice and my makeup wouldn't be ruined.

"But… you killed his mother." "Me?" Martin arched a brow and let out a low chuckle. "Then prove it. I was angry when his father put me in prison back then, but I'm not crazy enough to involve an innocent woman in my cycle of revenge against him." His calmness terrified her more than rage ever could. Selena fell silent again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her thoughts ran wild, and she couldn’t even breathe. "You and your children are in danger, Selena," Martin said softly, but again in a tone that cannot be ignored. "And whether you like it or not. I’m the only one standing between you and death!"

The moment I set my eyes on her, flashbacks of how those painful but sweet memories of our past lingered in my mind, scratching the wounds, which I thought were healed, deeper. My chest tightened as my saunters became heavy. I planned it all along. These were all part of my five years scheme. These were all part of my revenge. To make her suffer...