Novel & Cerita Myex Revenge

The intensity of my thoughts surged through me, fueling my resolve to seize control of my own destiny. In the dim light of my room, I plotted my revenge, weaving a narrative of deceit and manipulation. It was a dangerous game, one that could have consequences I hadn't fully anticipated. But I was beyond caring. The fires of vengeance burned within me, and I was ready to unleash them upon the world that had wronged me. I knew that Amber had truly been reborn—a phoenix forged from pain and anger. My mind raced, crafting a plan that would leave Brittany Davis shattered, just as I had once been.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

Mine. Finally, inevitably, completely mine. I'd waited years for this moment. I Suffered through exile. Betrayal. Pain. But now Now it was all worth it. Because I was about to become everything I'd fought to destroy. The owner of Apex. The queen of the empire. The winner. And Morgan Carmichael? She was about to learn what happens when you underestimate Elena Santos. She was about to learn that some people don't just want revenge. Some people want everything.

She picked up the flash drive. “I want her humiliated,” Jamie murmured. “I want the world to see the woman everyone praises as a fraud.” Jessica’s smile turned predatory. “Then we’re in business.” They clinked glasses, and in some sick way, as a toast to destruction. And somewhere far from that rooftop, Raine Weston had no idea that two ghosts from her past had just joined forces to ruin her future.

But the only way I can make myself feel better is by getting back at him. “Fuck you look so beautiful.” His best friend, Luke, tells me as he kisses my cheek, and then moves onto my jawline, leaving me flushed and breathless. A smile tugs at my lips as my eyes catch sight of the camera I have hidden in the bookshelf at the other end of the room. I’m not gonna spend anymore time sulking, I’m gonna make him pay for hurting me and I’m gonna have fun doing it. My heart sinks momentarily at the thought of the brawl that would break out between them when Matt (my ex)gets the pictures I’ll be sending him in the morning. But all of that doesn’t matter to me right now. No, what matters is revenge. Sw

But I just couldn't, I still remembered it, it was fresh and hot as if it had happened yesterday and I knew the best way to get revenge is to get wealth, power and connections and I already had it all for and to myself. I knew revenge will not only be fresh and hot, but also sweet and cold. I knew where I was waiting for them and just how to teach those two idiots a lesson they will never forget in a hurry. My private jet Eclipse One, made a smooth landing on the tarmac and the hum of the engines subsided. The wheels hitting the ground signaled my arrival with a little jolt that went through the cabin. I smiled and let my eyes run through the whole space as I adjusted my designer sunglasses.

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

Mikahali spanked my ass, and I fucked him hard, wondering what Dane's expression would be if he saw us now. I chuckled within knowing he wouldn't even care because I was worth nothing to him. He would just use this as an excuse to call off the wedding and that was something I wouldn't allow. I must get my revenge. Just then, I felt something building in me and yelled knowing it was my release as Mikahali's body tensed. "God." A shuddering moan escaped him as he thrust his cock roughly into me. "I am going to cum." He said and then I released with a cry, collapsing on his chest as he groaned and emptied all his seed in me.

Her makeup was smudged as she screamed at me hoarsely, "Let's settle this privately! I'm begging you… Think about what we had in the past!" The past? I regarded her tear-streaked face, my mind a million miles away as I recalled my tragic end in my previous life. Our places had been switched then, as I begged her to spare me for old times' sake. However, Rita had laughed and recorded my disheveled state before posting it online with the caption, "A despicable doctor pleads guilty while grovelling in court." In the end, I had no choice but to leave the medical field. Even worse, I had died with resentment and despair in my heart.