Queen Of Entertainment's Revenge Novels & Stories

"Fifty... fifty million dollars to the VIP Box! Going once... going twice..." Nicole’s knees buckled. Her face drained of all color, her hands dropping the paddle onto the carpeted floor. Fifty million was more than the entire net worth of Sinclair Enterprises. It was a sum so vast, so unreachable, it shattered her reality into dust. BANG! "Sold! To the lady in the VIP Box for fifty million dollars!" Robin turned her back on the stage, picking up her crystal glass as the theater erupted into thunderous applause, leaving Nicole and Eleanor frozen in absolute, crushing defeat.

I looked at my phone. Whether it be the live stream or the online comments, everything was completely reversed in an instant. [That brought tears to my eyes! Those heroes sacrificed so much! They deserve our respect!] [Eve Green, we misunderstood you. Thank you!] A shrill voice cut through jarringly. "Even if this is true, it doesn't erase the fact that Eve's family's company released toxic cosmetics to harm the public!" I looked at Jenny, whose face was twisted with obsession. I sighed. She completely lost it. Even at that point, she was still making her final, desperate struggle.

It recaps everything, the anniversary gala betrayal in vivid color, Theo’s kiss with Amara under the lights, my walk out barefoot and bleeding inside. The quick City Hall marriage to Alexander Kane, “the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy.” The leaks that dismantled Whitford piece by piece. The boardroom takeover while nine months pregnant. The name change. Theo’s arrest. Amara’s detention. The white rose and black thorns logo that’s already iconic. They call it “the revenge story of the decade.” They call me “the queen who rose from ashes, pregnant and unbreakable.” They call us “the most powerful couple in America.”

I laugh. “Honestly, he is so incredibly lucky his tongue belongs in a museum, and he has you screaming like an unhinged woodland creature every night. Otherwise, he would be standing in the corner with Nate.” I choke on my own saliva. “Queenie!” “I’m just saying,” her grin turns slow and wicked. “Which is why your revenge is no longer optional. It’s a duty. And lucky for you—” she leans in, “—I have ideas.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes.”

“You left without looking back, any other woman I've been with would be on their knees begging for my love right now. They would have even leaped at the opportunity without asking a question, yet you hesitate.” As he spoke, his words reminded me of a certain clause I had seen in the contract. I slid my finger over the text and read it aloud. “The moment Miss Aurora Light begins to develop any sort of romantic feelings, she is to refund every expenditure or payments made for her sake back to Mr Xander Quin…” I could feel my irritation beginning to build over my anxiety. “Shouldn't this work for both parties? Either of us could develop feelings–” “Ha!” the billionaire in front of me exclaimed

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

Elisabeth yelled at the queen. "I thought the mother daughter reunion will be memorable but it's disgusting. You are daring enough to raise your head at me." The Queen was pissed as she kicked the woman and made her bow at her feet. Elisabeth cried when she got injured but there was nothing she could do anything about it. Either she could accept them willingly and work in their evil deeds or be a slave and let them use her limited.

He snorted. The Queen who was quiet all the time slammed the table and shouted. “You all, I am still alive and here.” she was just offended that she had been ignored by us all the while, she hated that we acted like she was invisible. Reagan rubbed his nape and looked at her with a wide grin. “Do you want to taste my ribs, aunty? It's so tasty I promise.” “I am done.” Vanessa, my mother, shot him a death glare and rose from her chair.

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.

I pleaded, tears flowing more from my eyes and my sobs grew louder. “Oh! The never dying plead speech of the captured. Please, stop doing that, I have already heard that so much I am already bored with it. But you are wrong, not everyone to take revenge on is dead. The King still exists. And you still exist. You are the one last thing that prevented me fro ever taking here away from this place. You are the one last thing that made all f that dreams break like glass. So, I will take you last.” I was stunned, I was frozen in place and paralyzed by what I was hearing. The Queen was capable of doing such atrocities all because she did not get what she wanted.