Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

"You must be thinking what kind of father would want a man who wronged his daughter to be with her. All I should do is hate you, right?" "You are wrong to have channeled the hatred you have for Georgia and Smith to her, but it's revenge. Revenge can make people do the unthinkable, I understand. When it comes to Ixora, she's my everything. I've seen how deep your love for her is, and I have no doubt in my chest that you will be able to keep her happy. You've grown past your revenge, and that is what matters," he drew in a deep breath. "The heart chooses who it wants. That is something we can't change."

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.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

“They ruined my life!” “So this is about revenge,” Lee prods some more. “Not money.” “Revenge, hate, justice, payback, boredom, fun. With him, who knows really?” With a wide smile, she tilts her head, gun rising until the barrel kisses the tip of Lee’s nose. My lungs seize. She’s gonna do it. She’s really gonna redecorate this parking garage with his brains. “Me … revenge, mostly … but also a little for love.” Love? I snort in my mind.

Rage burned through every vein in my body until my hands trembled because I hated myself for loving someone capable of destroying me so effortlessly, and I hated myself even more for believing that child was mine when there had always been a chance it never was. Everything I did after that day came from a place I barely recognized. My decisions weren’t driven by reason—they were fueled by heartbreak, humiliation, and anger so consuming it poisoned every part of me. I had poured years of loyalty, trust, and love into our marriage, only to watch it shatter beneath someone else’s lies, so I sought revenge in the only way I believed I knew how. Then Ava walked into my life.

She finally managed to pull away and looked straight in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so kind to me? What do you want in return?" She asked with concern "Love is free, I don't need to ask for anything in return." He simply stated and opened the door gesturing for her to enter. The ride to his place was awfully quiet. When they finally reached his Villa which was magnificent and surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees which complimented it. They were welcomed by an old lady who reminded Joy of her nanny back home.

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.

"Revenge is my motivation..." "What about love?" Love? "You love your mother. You love your father. You love your friends. You love Kayla." The sound of her name was enough to chase the fierceness of my anger away. Octavius say the look in my eyes, saw my resistance. "Think about her. She's the reason you are coming back to live. Will you long for revenge over love? Kayla loves you. She was willing to break her vow for your sake. Doesn't that mean something to you? Isn't that enough reason?"

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

They were both used as chess pieces by his enemies and he wasn't surprised because he had expected this. Now, he just had to sit back and wait for them to send his last mate to him. He wouldn't mind taking her life also as far as he got his revenge. Jude stared at his monster of a boss and his knees grew weak, but he refused to give in to the urge to collapse. He wanted to uphold the little image he had in his boss's eyes (not that he was sure he even had any image to uphold). Sebastian wasn't concerned about his assistant's expression, as this was not the first time he had seen such a look on his face. He had grown immune to it.