Myex Revenge Novels & Stories

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PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

“Well, I like this new Mira. And you know what? I’ll bring friends—old friends. The kind of people Aaron would hate to see at your party.” I tilted my head. “Oh? Do tell.” He grinned. “Let’s just say some of us have been waiting for the day you woke up and remembered who the hell you are.” I laughed. “Then I guess it’s time for a reunion.” Michael extended his hand, and I shook it. “To new beginnings,” he said. “To revenge,” I corrected. He chuckled. “Even better.” As I left Michael’s penthouse, I felt a sense of excitement brewing inside me. The game was only just beginning, and I was ready to play.

He stepped toward the edge of the podium, leaning in slightly so he was just a few feet away from me. And then, he smirked. “I think you were already pregnant with my child the night of the divorce, and then somehow, you sought my brother out. The same brother who never gave a shit about this company. You fucking sought him out and this is some sort of fucking revenge plan you have—” Sebastian didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Maverick’s fist connected with his jaw so fast, I didn’t even register the motion until I heard the crack. Maverick fisted Sebastian’s collar, dragging him down from the podium as he landed another punch on his face.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

Which makes me trust him less, not more. The problem is my body doesn't care about trust. When I saw his name on that envelope, my pulse jumped. When I read his words, my chest cracked open. The same thing that cracked open five years ago and nearly destroyed me. I won't make that mistake again. This is about revenge. About making him feel what I felt. About watching him realize too late that some things, once broken, can't be fixed. He wants witnesses to his redemption or destruction. Fine. I drop my pen, staring at my own words until the ink begins to blur.

The degradation is endless and delicious. By the end, they’re both destroyed — covered in cum, shaking, voices hoarse from screaming. Lena’s makeup is ruined. Mark is a broken cuck. Victor and I stand over them, flushed and satisfied, his cum still leaking from my pussy. I look straight into the main camera. “Revenge is the best fuck I’ve ever had.” The stream ends with record-breaking tips. Lena and Mark are ruined. And I’ve never felt more powerful.

She glared back at me. “Yeah, although I have not paid you back what I’m supposed to pay you, but yeah, I’m paying bit by bit. Who told you I don’t believe in revenge? Are you forgetting that Revenge is my second name?? I mean I’m paying the Lycan King and my babies daddy a revenge, so you should know that I am a pro.” I boasted while hitting my chest. “Okay, okay. Miss Revenge, you have finally paid me back, come and take your leave.” She stood me up.

and died" I said and leaned my forehead against his shoulder. He put his arms around me and rubbed small circles on my back. I scoffed, " After that day, I swore to get my revenge and I did. I was exiled cause my father had created a rule, he didn’t like revenge or killing and my former pack members obeyed even after his death..this might sound sadistic, but I was so happy watching that monster writhe in pain as I slowly dug his heart out. The exile was worth it." I chuckled bitterly. PHOENIX

I want a revenge where everyone pays for their sins the same day. My revenge will hit them like a lightning bolt that they will never see coming, mark my words, my mum's death was an eye opener that I had to be stronger. This is now my fight!