Revenge After Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“Listen to me and listen carefully. Since Alexander has decided to be unfortunate, I will break every business deal I have with you. Don’t bother sending apologies. This is final.” He ended the call without waiting for Vincent’s response. I smiled. “Don’t worry, Father. I have the perfect way to handle the situation.” He looked at me, still fuming. “I can arrange men tonight. Alexander can be gone before the morning. Do you want that?” I shook my head and smiled wider. “Why kill Alexander? That’s not the best revenge.” He raised a brow. “Then what is?” “The best revenge,” I whispered, leaning closer, “is to destroy what Alexander desires most.”

“This is getting out of hand Olivia. Whoever burned down our warehouse might be the same person attacking the Jones family now. The Jones might not be our enemy at the moment but someone else who wants to make it look like they are.” He could be right, but what would that person’s end game be? Nick and I were divorced, and I had nothing to do with him. hell, I didn’t even have business dealings with them. “If that is the case then what could be the reason for pinning us against each other?” he shrugged. I sat back, maybe I didn’t think this revenge thing clearly. It seemed to bring us more trouble than it was worth. I wanted a peaceful life with my son and if I continued to pursue revenge. I

The old me would have chosen revenge without hesitation, would have burned everything down and danced in the ashes, would have let the rage consume her completely and not cared about the consequences. But the old me was dead. She had died somewhere along the way, in a hospital room or a warehouse or a safe house, and the new me was trying to figure out who she wanted to be, what she wanted to stand for, what kind of life she wanted to build from the rubble. "Revenge feels good in the moment," I said to Sarah one afternoon, watching the rain fall against the window. "But it doesn't last. It leaves you empty, hollow, alone in the darkness."

She cried because facing Charles tonight only reminded her that her soul was still clenched, wounded, and bleeding. But when she finally lifted her head, she wiped the tears away. The cold promise of revenge she had made to herself felt even stronger now. Facing him tonight had woken up all the anger hidden inside her. It reminded her of the exact reason why she had decided to come back to this city. It wasn't to forgive him. It wasn't to look back. It was only for revenge. She stood up from the floor and walked up the stairs straight to her bedroom. Gianna was already fast asleep under the covers once again. Bianca sat down softly beside her bed. She gently brushed her fingers through her d

Evelyn took a deep breath, then whispered with pain etched in her voice, “I hate Julian. I hate him for not protecting me. I hate that he let his mistress ruin my life. And now… my child.” William clenched his fists, fury rising in his eyes. “He… he did this to you?” “He didn’t push me directly. But because of him, I was humiliated in public, shoved, and… then the cramps started.” William stood. “I’ll make him pay. I swear, I’ll make him regret this.” Evelyn shook her head. “No, William. Revenge won’t bring my baby back. I just want him to know… I’m not the same Evelyn he used to know. I will rise. I’ll become the woman he can never look down on again.”

I could see her eyes widened at the mention of divorce. “You have finally divorced him? I’m so happy for you! Now you can cut any ties you have with that betrayer” I nodded my head. On a normal day, that is what a woman who just divorced her ex husband would do. And then plan to live happily ever after. But that wasn’t me. I still wanted my revenge. I wasn’t quite satisfied with just claiming their house. I still needed to do more things to hurt them. I wanted to break their heart into pieces and stuff it in a blender, blend it till it turned to pure liquid.

Richard said to Xavier, who kept silent, allowing him to finish what he was saying. "You see, six years ago, when Sarah informed me that you divorced her and confiscated her newborn baby, I knew that a day was coming when you would come back looking for her, and believe me, I was patiently waiting for that day because it was on that day I had planned to make you pay for what you did to her, but with time I brushed that idea away. I'm getting older and older with each passing day, and there are things I have to let go of, and among those things is vengeance.

I chuckled and dropped down the floor, grabbing my panties and leggings and then putting them on. “Where do you think you're going? I've not fucked you yet.” he grabbed my waist. My pussy clenched at the thought of his fat dick thrusting into me, but I pushed it away. I had something more important to do. “I'm sorry, Drake, but I have a revenge to plan. That bitch has to go down soon.” I pulled myself off of him and ran to the door, scared he would drag me back. Bianca, you messed with the wrong vixen!

‘Ex-wife of billionaire, Danielle Foster Harrington, dies after a brutal car crash. Nobody knew that I’d survived. Today wasn’t merely a meeting. It was my first presence in the world after four years of secretly working and planning my revenge behind closed doors. I hadn’t forgotten about Elijah or the pain and suffering he’d made me go through. I’d taken four years of my life to plot my revenge. And now? I was back. Harringtons Corp., the very edifice of his power, was my target. It was a takeover, not a partnership, as I’d made them believe.

“You’ll thank me later, now stop being a baby and nut up.” “Okay, then, can you tell him that if this is about revenge, he took it too far?” I asked, but as I heard the paper shuffling again, I closed my eyes in irritation. “Mr. Kingston would like you to understand that revenge is a dish best served cold and that if you don’t like it, you should try heating things up.” Vivian choked on the last few words, and I imagined her face would be bright red if she were reading these to me in person.