Revenge After Being Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

She shoves the guy forward, and his clothes begin to rip as he shifts. My snout twitches. Once I’ve taken him out, I’ll have her all to myself. He races towards me, but I meet him halfway. There isn’t a single part of my mind that feels sane. My veins are overflowing with a desire for revenge, for blood, for their pain. I’m so damn close. We clash together and struggle on the floor. I try to press down on my legs, but his claws slip down my ribs. A pang of tenderness makes me howl. I move my paw and aim it towards his cheek, ripping off the flesh on his face with my sharp claws.

’’ he chuckled, and the line went dead. The phone dropped to the bed, and I heaved a deep sigh, knowing what would come next. Still, now that I know, I was going to rewrite my destiny because not everyone gets a second chance, and this time, I intend to put myself first and get revenge on my sister and ex-husband, who had murdered me in the future.

“Just when I think you couldn’t be more stupid, Adeline, you go and say something like that.” He stepped closer to her, towering over her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, a mocking grin plastered on his face. “You’re not taking back anything. Once we’re out of here, you’re becoming my servant, just like we agreed. Or have you already forgotten that little detail?” Adeline’s heart sank at his words. She had indeed forgotten the deal she had made with Enzo. Enzo watched her with a smug expression, clearly enjoying the sight of her crushed spirit. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head. “You’re pathetic. How the hell is a weak omega like you going to get reve

There was a long pause before Dion spoke from the other side of the call, "Don't think I don't know you're playing hard to get. You must have gone mad from the jealousy. From now on, I'll have someone watch you, so you can forget about leaving. I won't let the others from the pack find out their Luna is a madwoman. As for your work as Luna, I'll have Lena take over. You just rest at home." Then, he angrily hung up. But I didn't care what he said. My plan for revenge was already set quietly in motion. Then, an unmarked and unfamiliar number appeared on my phone's screen. I answered with a smile. A deep, sensual voice came from the other side. "I've arrived. Everything's ready. I can't wait to

I swear it on my life! Someone in the comments asked, [Then why release the evidence now?] Cody replied, "Because she cheated on me." Furious, I grabbed my phone, ready to fire back at his nonsense. However, after a moment’s hesitation, I set it back down. An hour later, the story had hit number one on trending. The comments were brutal. [This is basically murder, isn’t it?!] [She’s still allowed to be a doctor? What a monster!] [Why hasn’t she been locked up already? Get her off the streets before she hurts someone else!]

What if they are secretly married and he's just lying to me? "Then I'll never forgive him!" I said angrily to myself. I felt my nose drip again and I went to the bathroom sink to wash the blood off. I couldn't remember hitting my nose anywhere, so why was it bleeding? It's really strange. I can't believe I trusted him again! After all he did, I finally chose to believe him and he just broke my trust. I thought that after the moments we shared together, he was genuine and he really cares about me. But I was wrong, it's only Abigail he cares about.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Rehab had been hell. Three months locked away, with therapists drilling into my head that my nymphomania was a disease I had to control. They took my phone, my freedom, even my dignity. And when the news of my cheating got out, my boyfriend left me, my family distanced themselves, and I lost what little respect I had left. Now I was out, raw, and burning with one single purpose. Revenge. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked up to the front door, before I could knock, it opened. Claire stood there in a soft cream sweater and jeans, looking every bit the picture of domestic bliss.

When I didn't respond he continued, "Why are you here, Mrs. Kane?" I swallowed the boulder that was in my throat, "My name is Alina Moreau not Mrs Kane” He looked unaffected by my announcement, "That's not what I asked you. I'm a busy man. You have fifteen seconds." "I'm so sorry, sir," the receptionist stammered behind me, "I'll call security." "Shut up," he said coldly, not sparing her a glance, "Your fifteen seconds has started. One..." "My husband- I mean Victor - has been cheating on me with his secretary, and he tossed me away because he can't be with a whore," I spat, "I never wanted any of this and I thought I was saving the man I loved."

Elena There was a time I believed I had control. That if I was careful, cautious, composed—I could steer my life through anything. But control is an illusion, one I watched crumble the moment Daniel Hart lied to my face and Sophie Lane slithered into my marriage like a serpent in silk. Now, there’s only survival. And revenge. Zurich offered momentary quiet, but even the Swiss alps can’t muffle the screams of betrayal echoing in my bones. Snow fell gently outside the chalet safehouse, a beautiful mask for the chaos churning inside.