Novel & Cerita Red Hot Revenge Webtoon

I wondered what he must have done to make this woman so bitter. “Was he your lover?” I asked. “Mate.” She admitted after a long pause. “So why do you want revenge on him?” She remained silent, unable to meet my gaze. It was then the realization dawned on me. She was supposed to be Tristan’s mate but he had rejected her. He had rejected her without a single sliver of remorse.

To pieces. It hurts so much that i can't stop but my eyes are getting wet. Anyways, it doesn't change a fact that i am a monster and she hates me. Hey guys, please VOTE AND FOLLOW ME. Hey Guys, please VOTE and follow me LET ME KNOW YOUR VIEWS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. PLEASE VOTE AND SUPPORT ME. How's the chapter? Rehaan is drunk! Read, like, comment and follow. Thanks.

Kaelen gently took the pup from my hands and rubbed it against his chest. “That’s fine! Look how plump and healthy it is. Once it awakens, it’ll be adorable.” “You don’t understand! I lost!” My emotions spilled over. Memories of all the humiliation from my past life came crashing back, and I couldn’t hold back the tears. Kaelen pulled me into his arms, letting me cry while patting my back softly. “What about Chloe?” I sniffled. “She had a golden pup with glowing fur, the first ever in Alliance history.”

“Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online! “Otherwise, I’ll stab myself, and when I walk out of here, I’ll tell everyone you all ganged up on me and bullied me! Don’t think any of you will get away with it!” The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was on edge, too afraid to make the first move.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

He turned back to the waiter. "Almost sir." The waiter nodded. "Look at me when I am talking to you." Red poked his back. Daniel turned. He was perplexed by her audacity. "Do you know who I am?" He asked her angrily. "Yes I do." She smirked. "Here you go sir." The waiter interrupted them. "A man drenched in coffee." Red said before quickly snatching the coffee from the waiter and then she poured it on him. Daniel screamed. Not because the coffee was hot but because it was his newly purchased favourite suit.

“You sure? But that redhead next to her in the little black number is so much hotter.” “Hey, watch out, man,” Rush warned Reuben on a laugh. “Them’s fightin’ words to Henry here.” “Yes, I’m sure that’s the one I like,” I snarled from between gritted teeth. “She’s beautiful. And the next person who tries to disagree with me is getting a fat lip.” “Whoa, easy there,” Reuben said, lifting his hands in surrender. Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Wow, you really like her.”