Queen Of Entertainment's Revenge Novels & Stories

“I lost everything. I chose the Queen over you again and again. I destroyed us. But I’m done running. I’m checking myself into a private, intensive rehabilitation facility today. No contact with the Harem. No Sophia. No escape. I’m going to fight this addiction with everything I have left. Not because I think I can win. But because I owe it to the woman you fell in love with. And if there’s even the smallest chance you can ever forgive me… I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn it.” I sent the video. Then I turned off my phone, deleted every contact, and drove myself to the secluded rehabilitation center in the mountains. As I stood at the entrance, shaking with fear, withdrawal, an

Attendants move quickly, voices overlapping in excitement, hands busy with preparations that feel painfully hopeful. At the center of it all stands the Queen. She turns the moment she sees me. And she knows. The smile fades from her face instantly. Not slowly. Not reluctantly. Gone in a heartbeat. “Leave us,” she says to the attendants. They hesitate only for a breath before bowing deeply. One by one, they retreat from the chamber, their earlier laughter fading into uneasy silence. The doors close behind them with a quiet final sound. Silence replaces the laughter. Heavy.

She had been born into money but had not simply inherited her position, she had built Salvators Enterprises up from a mid-sized family property firm into a big empire that covered real estate, media, and emerging technology. She had been alone her whole life too. Vivian Salvatore had resources,and a reputation built on being underestimated and then devastating people who had made that mistake. She had been silenced before she could finish what she had started. I was going to finish it for both of us. The morning I was discharged, I stood in the hospital bathroom and looked at her reflection for a long time. I looked at her and she looked at me and somewhere in the space between us, Sandra R

It's clearly an act of revenge for Micah humiliating her at his grandmother's birthday celebration. My heart aches, realizing how devastated Micah must be. How must he feel to have his mother’s maid take up her place as Queen and live in her home, making the day of her death about herself? It is the height of betrayal. The Queen clearly had the king under her spell and was fooling the public as the real date of the previous Queen’s death was kept a secret.

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”

This man. No. He should be the last thing I should be thinking about right now. I am going to meet with those devils today. Left for me, I will gladly cancel. But I have to. I need to rub it in their faces that I am their Queen now. I am above them, and they are rightfully below me. Time to enter phase two of my revenge. Ruining their lives...

Reiner said, and my hand instinctively went to the white bandage that was still wrapped around my arm. “Oh my…congratulations to you both. This is just…amazing! I’m so happy for you both. Natalia…I’m so glad to have you back…” Queen said as she started smiling and crying at the same time. She pulled me into another hug before she turned and pulled Reiner into her arms and hugged him tightly. Reiner made a slightly embarrassed face as he patted his mother a little with his large hand as if to comfort her. Queen’s outright display of her joy was a stark contrast to King’s reaction as he narrowed his eyes at us suspiciously. It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected this.

She says with a sickly sweet smile. "It was great. Can you leave the table now?" I rudely say and she looks offended. Putting her hands on the table she pushes herself up and smiles sarcastically. "You'll be sorry. All of you assholes." She threatens and Eva rolls her eyes and mocks her by making a talking motion with her hand. "Who are you threatening?" I hear behind me to see Kera stand there with a pissed look on her face. "Ah. The future queen. How nice. I was just leaving." She says clapping her hands together.

“You should watch your tone, young lady.” “I don’t care about tone right now when you’re tearing the love of my life away from me.” She looked at me for a moment, as if deciding whether I was worth responding to. Then she snapped her fingers. The guards moved immediately. “Mother…what are you doing?” I stepped back. “Unhand me!” One of them grabbed my arm. “Is this how you treat the future queen?” I demanded, struggling against them. “This is how you will be treated until you act the way you’re supposed to,” she said coldly. “Tomorrow changes everything. Tonight, you will obey me. Sooner or later, you’ll understand that everything I’m doing is for your own good.”

He quickly scanned them, his eyes turning bloodshot, but he calmly put the documents away. Good. The understanding between us was still there. Only 3 hours left until my death. I refused all life-saving measures. After another brief bout of unconsciousness, I woke to see Ethan holding his phone in front of me. It was Celeste's social media post—her latest update was nine photos. The center one was a family portrait of her, Mom, Dad, and Marcus. The caption read: "Thank you, sister, for making this possible. From now on, I'm the family's true princess."