Perfect Revenge Book Novels & Stories

He almost got killed, we thought he was fucking dead, and now he is behaving like Christopher is a fucking saint and saved his fucking life? “He thinks we left him there. He will come around. I know he will. He is just reliving everything”, Killian says as if reading my mind. I look at the door and then back at Killian, and I slam the door shut. Cunt. That bloke is going to pay for all the pain and trouble he has caused. I don’t care what anyone else says. That bloke has to fucking die and leaves us the fuck alone.

She was built of steel, but even steel could bend under heat. He remembered the first time he saw her — not as the empire’s heir, but as the girl who walked into a gala years ago, unaware of the storm she’d started just by existing. She had been untouchable then. He’d made it his mission to touch the untouchable. Now, he wasn’t sure if it was revenge anymore. He exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. The line between power and obsession blurred too easily, and he was starting to lose track of which side he stood on.

Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees. He slapped himself repeatedly, even drawing blood from his mouth, before he stopped. With tears streaming down his face, he begged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leeds. I deserve this. But my son is innocent. Please, save him. Please!" But no matter how much he begged, I was no longer soft. I simply said, "I can't help you." But before I walked away, I did leave them with Yves' whereabouts. They should sort out their own problems.

I wasn’t the same woman who’d stepped into that penthouse. I stepped into the rain without an umbrella. My hair clung to my face, but the cold didn’t bother me. My heart hurt, but beneath the pain, something sharp was taking root. Revenge didn’t need to be loud. It could start with silence. With a promise whispered only to yourself. They thought they could break me. But I was done being the good girl. This time, I’d be the one holding the knife. Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you.

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

The one reading this right now, probably at 2 AM when you should be sleeping but instead you're here wondering if Ivy's gonna make it, if Ares is going to survive, if Marcus is finally going to get what's coming to him, and if Vincent is sitting in his office realizing he just got his daughter killed with his stupid ego. (Spoiler alert for Book 2: Vincent is DEFINITELY having that realization. And it's going to destroy him. But we'll get to that later.) Let me tell you something about this story. When I first started writing "My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret," I thought it was going to be a simple revenge tale. You know—woman gets cheated on, woman gets strong, woman makes everyone regret underest

"Liliana, I don't think you understand the current situation. Now, I'm the one Finnley likes, and you're the enemy he wants to torture. He has handed you over to me. Do you think I'll let you go?" A LITTLE AUTHOR NOTE Dear Readers, I know this story can be painful to read right now. Liliana is suffering, enduring heartbreak, injustice, and losses that may make you angry, frustrated, and even want to give up on this book. But I promise you, her pain is not meaningless. Some revenge stories burn hot and fast. This one is different. Revenge is a dish served cold, and Liliana's revenge will be worth the wait. Every tear, every humiliation, and every moment of suffering is building toward somethi

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"Or maybe that's exactly what makes it worth publishing. People need to know that vindication doesn't erase trauma, that winning doesn't mean you're not still affected by what you survived." The book's title changed seventeen times before I settled on "After the Revenge: Building Life from Morrison's Ashes." The publisher loved it, the marketing team thought it was perfect, and I still wasn't entirely sure it captured what I wanted to express. The manuscript covered everything—my arrest, the manufactured charges, the fight for vindication, the legislative career, the foundation work. But it also examined the psychological aftermath, the ways Morrison's revenge continued affecting me years af