Revenge After Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

But one thing was certain. Someone was watching her. And this was only the beginning. Anna remained still after the door closed. For a moment, the silence in the room felt heavier than before. Something about the conversation disturbed her. David Orlov was not the kind of man who revealed his intentions easily. Every word he spoke seemed carefully measured, every glance calculated. She slowly exhaled and looked down at the documents in her hands. This was only the beginning. If she wanted revenge, she would have to step deeper into the world of the Orlov family.

“I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I couldn't go on with that plan at the expense of my family. My daughter.

“I would've been if it was a different person and in a different situation. Come on, this is Noah Hank. We both know the history that you have with him and his entire family. Are you forgetting what he did to you this soon? Did you forget what he made you pass through? I can't believe you fell in love with him again just like that.” “It's an agreement. It's business and what love are you speaking about? I would never fall in love with him again, trust me. Besides, I'm not giving up on our revenge plan. The deal was to get married and he would wipe out the rumors and bring the Gray’s corporation to its feet again. Nothing serious. Once he's done with that, I'll continue with the plan,” she ex

Twenty-four hours. That was how long I lasted as Mrs. Crane, I stared at the papers on Jason’s desk. I kept waiting for the words to scramble into a joke, but they just sat there, heavy and permanent. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My throat went completely dry just a few hours ago. I'd woken up in his bed with the scent of his skin still on the sheets,I could remember touching the empty side of the mattress and smiling like an idiot, thinking our arranged marriage actually had a chance.

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.

That’s why. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t any feelings. It couldn’t be. And yet, as she lay back against the pillows, her mind tangled with thoughts she didn’t want to name. For the first time since she’d returned, doubt slipped through the cracks of her resolve. Was revenge worth the risk of reopening wounds she had sworn were dead and buried? Scarlett shut her eyes tight, her jaw set. Tomorrow, she will continue with her plan. Tomorrow, she will be steel again.

"I'll keep apologizing for that." "Your apology can't bring me back to who I was." She walked towards the boat by the lake, so I followed her. She was right. I couldn't restore her heart to where it was before I hurt it. She was no longer the cheerful Heather who looked at life positively. She turned into a woman full of anger and bitterness. I was one of the reasons why. But I had a reason for doing all that, even though she wasn't my main target. I was gone from her life. It wasn't my fault that we met again like this. She forced me by adding those two extra points to the divorce agreement and her revenge.

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

"That is it." "But-" My fingers began to shake. "Listen. You've made me proud for the first time in fifteen years. Just do as you're told," she said before cutting the call. I had a lot to say. It was my revenge, yet it felt like hers. What happens after I hand the flash drive to her? What then? I tell Adriano how his father killed my parents and that was the price to pay? It should be easy, yet It feels rather complicated. Do I give the drive to her and leave the mansion until it all begins to crumble?

"He didn't just want money. He wanted to watch us all burn from the front row. He watched me cry on his shoulder about Tyler while he was sneaking around with the woman who was planning to take my son. He used my aunt. He used me." A sharp, stabbing pain flared in my chest. It wasn't physical; it was the familiar, agonizing ache of a heart that had tried to open up again, only to be met with a knife. First Tyler, then Norman. I had spent my life building walls, and the only two men I had let over them had both come with the intent to dismantle me. "All that is behind us now," I said, more to myself than to them. I set the soup container down on the plastic chair. "Norman is in custody. Lucy