Myex Revenge Novels & Stories

He read without making any mistakes. “After that, what next?” “Nothing else ma” he replied. “Did you look into the accomplishments of REINE?” I asked carefully. “Yes ma” Good.” I was about walking out when I thought of something. I definitely don’t want to be at that meeting. Trust me, it will be eventful, but I planned to make my revenge very slow, well planned, and smooth. Isaac Friedmann said “the sweetest revenge is done slowly.” So, yes, slow is the plan. “Do you have anything doing today?” I asked, turning slightly, my head on the air, and my ponytail hanging a few inches below my shoulders. I looked like an actress from the 80s. I have wanted to be an actress, but today, I am a busine

I don't stop until I can't hear Trent's punches beside me, and still, I'm unsatisfied. The smell of sweat filters into my nose, but I keep punching, imagining Cade’s face onto the mannequin’s. I unleash all the anger I've kept under a tight leash in other areas of my life. Lyssandra keeps lying to me. How foolish does she think I am that I wouldn't know by now? “That thing would be dead by now if it was a human. I sure hope you've worked out all your frustration.” Trent grunts beside me. I open my eyes, and meet his. “You looked like you had a personal vendetta against your mannequin. I had to reciprocate same.”

I throw my head back in a bitter laugh. “You bought shares from my abusive ex-husband to stage a hostile takeover of my company. In what twisted alternate reality is any of that…” my fingers come up to draw quotation marks over my head, “…reasonable?” “I did what I had to do.” “No, you did what your wounded ego told you to do.” I lean against my desk. “None of this has anything to do with the well-being of this company. This is revenge.” His eyes widen. “Revenge?” My jaw ticks as I swallow hard.

I can get on with the next revenge. I let my dad's man to check if he still has his camera here or not but no. He took it off and I'm glad that he put it in the first place. It's not that smart and I felt a little bad for him. He's officially my ex too and now I'm free. I suddenly in the mood for a night drive. I put my clothes on and went straight to the basement to take my motorbike. I put my helmet on and drove it out from my apartment building.

Exelle With a devious smile on my face, I settled into the backseat of the car, my eyes fixated on the contents of my black leather notebook. Revenge 101, it was appropriately titled, for within its pages lay all the meticulously crafted plans I had concocted for them. The car whisked me away to the venue of the grand party, the excitement bubbling inside me like that of a mischievous child. Oh, how I had missed the thrill of playing these childish games of revenge during my time on Earth. It was a sensation I had come to relish, and as I indulged in a mental laugh, I reveled in the delicious anticipation of what lay ahead.

He clutched his chest, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart. The last thing he saw before his vision blurred was the headline flashing on his TV screen: “BREAKING: Reese Group Faces Imminent Collapse After Kayla Reese’s Shocking Confession!” His body slumped forward against his desk.

I reminded myself as I stared back at the mirror, a determined glint in my eyes. I rushed back to the bedroom and picked up my phone, dialing Chase's number. Chase is my most trusted ally right now. He picked up on the second ring. "Hello, Valeria. What's up?" I cleared my throat quickly and said sternly, "We need to commence the revenge plan as soon as possible. First, we have to start clearing my name from the pack's blacklist. And we need to find the real culprit who killed Reese's father." There was uneasy silence at the other end of the line before he said reluctantly,

I look at each of them, lingering on Sara and Roman, before I look at the others. “Well, some of you know me, so let me re-introduce myself, anyway. My name is Rebel Moretti-Jackson. I am the granddaughter of Antonio and Teagan Moretti as well as Harry Hatchet Jackson and Deanna Jackson, the daughter of Angel Moretti-Jackson and Ryder Savage Jackson. I am part of the Mother’s Revenge. Which is where you all are.” I say, looking at them. Colton is pleading with me with his eyes. He should know better. “Some of you have been here before or have dealt with this organisation in the past. Some good.” I look at Colton before I continue. “Some not so good.” I say, looking at both Sara and Roman.