My Vengeful Former Lover Novels & Stories

“I deliberately approached and married you and entered your family. My goal is only one, to avenge what has haunted me since childhood. I'll tell you the truth, from the beginning I didn't even love you, I never even considered you in my life. You were just a tool that I used as a medium for my revenge on your family. You have to understand why I'm doing this to you.” Alexander exhaled then he smiled slyly. “You're a good woman but unfortunately your family isn't. You're also a smart woman but then again your family are different people and I really hate them. Since you probably already know all my plans, I won't stop it. This is the purpose of my life, to avenge my parents on the people who

Another whisper as he inhaled my scent, “So sweet, like mint and honey.” “Fuck off. I am not and will never be your lover. I want nothing to do with you Vincent. You’re the same type of soulless, pathetic bad seed as your father and your “uncle”. You will pay for this, you delusional prick.” I hissed, drawing my head back as far as I could before ramming it forward into his. I was not going to take this lying down. I would fight. My head connected with his face and I heard bones crunching. Good. I hope I broke more than just his nose.

The only mandate he had left. “I promise,” he murmured, his voice rough, heavy with a vow that felt soul-binding. “You’ll never lack anything. You and your mom. No one, and nothing bad, is ever going to touch you again.” The irony was not lost on him. Two years ago. Just two years. Back then, his heart had been made of ice and calculation. His life had been driven by revenge, a cold fire that consumed everything in its path. An heir had been an abstract concept, nothing more than a chess piece, a formality tied to a family name. Love like this, this kind of naked vulnerability, this near-brutal devotion, would have seemed like an unforgivable weakness to him.

“Ports. Clubs. Politicians. Everything. And when Vic is ashes and Matteo realizes we never needed him… we disappear. Just you, me, Livia. The life we should have had years ago.” I lifted my head, kissed the scar on his jaw, then lower, until my lips brushed the throbbing vein at his throat. “Burn it all, my love,” I breathed. “Then come home and fuck me again. Every night. Until the only thing left in this city that remembers Vic the Blade… is the way we made it scream.” Valerio’s low laugh vibrated under me. His hands were already sliding down my spine again, possessive and hungry. The revenge had begun.

He was a hunk of a dude and even more, my secret lover. Marcus cared so much about me and wanted to put me through the throne. Perhaps it was because I had contributed to his transitioning. He had been bitten and her venom already in his bloodstream. He was however showing signs of never going to make it when I came past. My sister in her bid for vengeance against the family of hunters that had actually killed her lover had unleashed her anger on everyone. I remember that day like it was the back of my palm. I had been separated from her as we were scattered around when I was told she had switched totally to her ripper mode. I set out after her and in the end, I found her at dawn that mornin

All I wanted to do was kill. I marched towards the little fireplace, pulled out the hot iron in it, and came for her. Her eyes widened in panic when she realized what I was gonna do. “Vince, don't you dare…ahhhh!” Her screams could pull down the building but it wouldn't be enough. I was burning that face. It wasn't hers anyway. It belonged to my first love. She had no fucking right to use it for her evil shenanigans. “You miserable witch!”

"What’s so bad about it? Don’t you want to be with me? We’ve been apart for so many years. Don’t you miss me?" "Of course I do… Mmm, Nick, you’re so good with your tongue." "I can make you feel even better. Just wait." That was as far as I could listen. I bolted out of the car and vomited uncontrollably. Who would have thought I had wasted seven years—seven whole years— loving a man like this? At that moment, the flames of vengeance burned fiercer than ever in my heart. … Everything from my past life still felt fresh in my mind.

“My revenge on Marcus is only getting started. He humiliated me in front of the world. I will watch him fall from the height he thought he deserved, and I will do it standing beside the man he could never become.” She didn't care if she was going to be married to a man who was ten times older than her, he did this to her. He made her this cold. The world watched her fall. Now they will watch her rise as Mrs. Damien Voss. It was only a matter of time before he got used to the fact that she was getting married to his dearest daddy.

Her body shook hard and eyes rolled around the room like some psychopath. “You don’t understand, do you? I was this close, this close to being his. I loved him since I was a child. I did things to please him, to earn favors from him. I took care of him when he felt lonely, even agreed to spy on that bitch when from inside my heart was breaking. How could he just show up out of blue announcing her as his fiancée? How can she step in my place? I am the queen of this empire. Not her. Heck, she isn’t even Italian but a bloody Russian, whose father sucked our blood like a filthy leech. Your heart may have melted over her charms, but I am still aimed to slit her throat, quenching this thirst of ve

Lily said, raising her voice. "If that's the case, you don't really understand me, Lily. I need that paper to get back at Kevin," Mykel explained. "But that's not a good enough reason to shout at me," Lily said. "Is revenge the only thing that matters to you? What about me?" Lily asked softly. Mykel did not answer Lily's question. Instead, he took a step back. Without a word, he turned his back and walked out of the room. Lily sat back down and couldn't help but cry. She remained in her place for half an hour, weeping over Mykel's shouting and leaving her. Afterward, she stood up, went downstairs, and was surprised to see Mykel's car still there. He didn't leave her after all. Lily approache