My Vengeful Former Lover Novels & Stories

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,

“Whoa, Elizabeth, I…” “That's it!” I snapped. “I'm not Elizabeth! I'm not the woman you love, you darn idiot! Elizabeth is gone! Gone, I say! I am Vannessa.” I pointed my index finger towards my chest. “And I will never love you. In fact, I will never love anyone ever again because love is a lie! Love breaks people, it leaves scars!” I shouted, my breaths growing ragged with each word. He took a step back, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief. “You are? Vannessa?”

I tried to follow her. But before I could catch her, she took a taxi and went away. I didn’t know what to do. So I call Evan. When he tracked her number, it was already evening. I went there, but the scene made me go crazy. She was in the bed with some man whom I didn’t recognize. I tried to ask her why she is here? But the man said he was her lover, and she wanted to be with her. I was so angry I take her from there forcefully and came back to my pack.

Memories of our tumultuous past flooded back, memories of a love that had soured into a toxic brew of betrayal and resentment. Marah's words painted a vivid picture. Serena, my ex-girlfriend, the woman who had torn my world apart, was now in the sights of another man. A man who, by Marah's account, was infatuated with her, willing to go to great lengths to win her heart.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

“Consider it done, Vova. We will light up the Ionian coast like a Christmas tree. I will ensure that not even a rat escapes that facility.” I clapped him on the shoulder, a rare, powerful physical contact. “Go. The time for sorrow is over. Now, the time for vengeance begins.” As Viktor turned to issue the final orders, I stood alone once more. I ran a gloved hand across my jaw, feeling the familiar, cold presence of the Don settling back into his role. My mother was gone, and Isabella was waiting. The calculation was simple: use the grief as fuel, and let the chaos of the final attack cleanse the earth of the man who had dared to touch my past and my future. I was coming, Isabella. And I was

Every time we made love, I would enjoy all of him and be grateful for the moment and the time he chose to spend with me, but then when the bliss is over, I think to myself that after all of this, he will be going home to his mate. We have not met yet and honestly; I was anticipating the moment that we do. Ever since that night when she gruesomely murdered my best friend, I promised myself that I would seek vengeance for her. I was not certain if Alessandro remembered anything about that night, but I did not mention to him that she had seen my face. I mean she was pretty out of it after we gave her a shot of sedative, but I prayed that she would remember me.

I fought to keep the oxygen in my lungs as I grappled to understand my ill-starred fate. I had lost Valen. Something had changed between us and he came to the past to serve me a cold plate of hater hole. Evidently, he gave zero fucks about me. In the future that he was from, where was I? Why did he hate me? -

Once in the car, I cranked up the music, drowning out any chance of conversation. When we got home, I was met by Vin, standing at the door, radiating anger. The hysterectomy had clearly thrown him for a loop. He never imagined I’d go to such lengths. I think he was kind of disappointed and that was why he did not escort me to pour salt in the wombless tummy. In his mind, I was still that sweet little girl who would eventually tire of revenge, pack my bags, and ride off into the sunset for a happily ever after with him.

froze me in place and Dolores destroyed me when she said, "It's yours lover, it has always been yours." I have always been, at least in my own mind, a calm and rational person. For me, storming upstairs and barging in on the two of them was not an option. I had been betrayed by the woman I loved and who I thought had loved me and my best friend had also betrayed me. A shouting match and a couple of punches would not be enough to satisfy me. I turned and left the house with, "It's yours lover, it has always been yours" ringing inside my head. I had no idea what form my revenge would take, but when I took it they would never see it coming.