Novel & Cerita Revenge：divorce Sparks Unexpected Desires

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

She looked at Elena. "Revenge is... it’s an exhausting way to live," Diane said. Her voice was quiet, a little hesitant. It wasn't the voice of the woman who had dominated the boardroom a week ago. "If I wanted revenge, I would have stayed. I would have fought Marcus for the penthouse. I would have made his life a misery in court. But I didn't. I walked out into a storm with one suitcase and nowhere to go." She paused, looking down at the diamond on her finger.

We smoothed down our rumpled designer shirts like two civilized men. "Why should I lift a finger for you?" I resumed, wiping blood away with the back of my hand. "Your marriage imploding is the best thing that ever happened to me." Damon gave a joyless laugh, his face battered. "You don't get it, Adrien. Marriage or not, it’s over. I just want to demolish the people who went after her. She’s too soft-hearted to seek revenge, but us... we can play dirty." I thought about it. Cleaning house for her was a tempting proposition.

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

She stomped hard, her hands trembling. She spun around in fury and glared at the door where Petra and Oscar had vanished. Her breathing quickened, every inhale filled with hatred. Then she snatched her phone from her bag and dialed sharply. "Hello. Get more people here," she ordered. Her tone was sharp like a knife. "She's still clinging to Pete even after the divorce. I'll make her regret it today." Outside the club, the cold evening wind brushed against Petra's face. The winter air carried a chilling bite that made passing guests tighten their coats as they hurried toward their waiting cars.

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

She said with her sinister smirk I quickly picked it up, seeing it was already torn open by Cherry. "Dad asked me to hand you the divorce papers." The parcel fell out of my hands, and a chilly shiver coursed through my skin. Cherry threw her head back again and cackled so loudly I felt my ears would burst from that harsh sound. "He grew the balls to get rid of you, finally!" Cherry squealed with delight, walked to the door, and her body rested on the frame. "Oh, and Dad wants you in a silver dress for tonight. Be his nice little trophy while it still lasts, okay?" She blew a mocking kiss and finally left

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.

“But if you if either of us makes decisions based on anger alone, we’ll destroy ourselves before they even try.” She shook her head violently. “No. I can’t wait. I can’t pretend anymore. You want to play the hero? Fine. But I’m done with this… this contract, this… this lie. I want a divorce. I want freedom. And then, Dominic, I swear…” Her voice dropped, venom lacing each word. “…I will take my revenge.” I felt the words like ice against my chest. My wolf bristled, responding instinctively, snapping at the threat. “You don’t mean that,” I said, low, dangerous.

“Luck never did care much for women like her, did it? I don’t even know if you went to SunCity for her or for work, but what does it matter? She made the mistake of showing her face next to you. And now she’s tangled in the mess. Unlucky, stupid girl. Did you really think you could walk beside my husband unnoticed?” Her grin sharpened, cutting like a blade. “Maybe I should thank you, Althea. You’ve handed me the perfect excuse to tighten the nose around Daven’s neck.” But then, the echo of his voice returned—those words that refused to leave her. “Divorce, Vanessa. That’s what I want.” The memory sliced through her smile, leaving only rage behind. Her knuckles whitened around the glass stem,