Revenge After Being Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

That was when Mandy finished handling things and hurried out. "What's all this noise? Mom!" She ran forward and forcefully pushed the waiters away. "How dare you hurt my mom? Do you have a death wish?" Gasping for breath, Yvonne snapped angrily, "These are the wonderful employees you hired? They even dare to hit your own mother!" The waiters' faces were all drained of color. "N-No. It wasn't our idea. Ethan told us to do it!" Ethan was so shocked he started stuttering. "T-That's your mom? I-I didn't know. I thought she was with the kept man–"

“You think it is funny?” To me, it was. It really was. But I knew better than to say that out loud. “Zephan, maybe one of the whores you bring around decided to have her way with it, besides, you are a rich man, aren’t you?” I muttered. “So, you are admitting to telling her the combination? You helped her, didn’t you? This is your little twisted form of revenge, isn’t it?” he hissed. I shrugged, “Why would I need revenge? You haven’t done anything to warrant that, have you?” I asked.

This question caught her off guard, not only because it was unexpected but also because it mirrored an inquiry she had pondered herself. Jessica had been raised with a profound belief instilled by her mother – that her body was sacred and reserved exclusively for a deserving husband. This moral code had been ingrained in her throughout her adolescence. When she discovered Nicholas cheating with her cousin, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, questioning if her abstinence had contributed to his infidelity. Perhaps, she pondered, if she had been in a sexual relationship with Nicholas, he might not have strayed. Yet, Jessica dismissed the idea of pursuing a connection with Justin as a means of

The asshole was giving the orders so it could only mean that he was in charge of these bastards. Someone with smelly fingers pinched her nostrils. She whipped her head from side to side though that did nothing to help. She held her breath as long as she could. Her lungs burned. She kept her eyes wide open, searching the faces of her attackers, memorizing them because she was going to add them to her list. She counted in her head how long she had until she would pass out. She’d tested how long she could hold her breath when she formed this plot of revenge weeks after the attack on her city. As she counted, she looked at her attackers.

his father shouted “I’m the one trying to protect these girls…!” "It doesn't matter if Millicent forgives me or not..." Isaac murmured "I'll never let anyone touch her. Not Austin Carnby or Ugo Greco. I'll make sure of that." "So, since you're so convinced of this, also make sure that Millicent knows that she performed a miracle: you want her more than you want revenge. And, man, maybe you don't even realize it, but that's really something worthy of admiration." his cousin rolled his eyes. "Otherwise, you'll get five minutes of satisfaction watching Evan and Florence writhe in misery, but you'll spend the rest of your life bitter, knowing that the only woman in your life now hates you. And y

I reminded her. “Oh! That was before. That was long before I realized I don’t need revenge to win. I just need to be better and I am. To hell with him!” she answered and I scoffed. “Are you serious? Gabriel ruined you. He took everything from you, and you’re just going to let him walk away?" I was talking as if I didn't also ruin her but all these were just part of the little game I was playing. "I already won, Isabella. And I didn’t have to sink to his level to do it. He will definitely learn the hard way,” she said and I laughed, shaking my head.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

He paused then, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time—not just the girl he once craved, but the woman who could burn empires to the ground and smile while sipping champagne. “You scare the hell out of me,” he whispered. “Good,” I said, walking toward him, pressing a palm to his chest. “Then maybe you’ll finally understand—this isn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about rewriting the narrative. I’m done being the one who got betrayed. I’m becoming the one who decides the ending.” His breath hitched as our bodies aligned again. “What if I want to be part of that ending?” he asked, voice raw. “Afterall, we both want Alejandro destroyed.“ He added.

“Stop talking like that as if I’ve done you wrong. You have indeed worked hard for the family, but I’ve given you a life of luxury. “Yes, I cheated on you with Elizabeth, but it’s normal for a successful man to have several women. After so many years, I only have you two, and I’ve tried my best to be fair! Even though Elizabeth deserves better treatment, I’ve never brought her back home as I cared about how you feel.”

He’s right there with me this time, groaning as his cock pumps, emptying himself deep inside me just as he promised to do. I have never felt anything close to that before. I never knew I could, and when he pulls out of me again, for good this time, I almost feel like crying. Is this really what I’ve been missing the whole time I was with Kyle? Maybe Chelsea did me a favor in the long run by opening my eyes. I should send her a bouquet and thank her for the best night of my life. That might just be the best revenge of all.