Revenge For Betrayal Novel Novels & Stories

He declared, before kicking me and then left with his minions. I gritted my teeth as I felt dizzy. ‘I will endure this. But I will make them pay’. My eyes turned bloodshot as I glared at their backs. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Finally, my awesome and amazing readers! This chapter concludes book 1 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’. The next chapters will be book 2 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’, with the storyline focusing more on Love, Romance, Betrayal, Truth, Revenge, and finally, everyone is going to get what they deserve.

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

He wasn’t very surprised to see her progress because the gallery he is handling now grew fast because of her. There were so many regrets in his mind while he was looking at her, and right now it feels like he has lost her completely and will never be able to get her back again. The moment he turned around to leave, Kayla looked at him walking away, and she felt better because now she has gotten her revenge on him; she didn’t need to hurt him the way he hurt her; all she had to do was beat him at what he loves to win.

I could still feel it, but it was farther away now. It felt muffled, more like the pain wasn't mine and it belonged to someone else. I looked around the bar. There were men everywhere. I wondered which one of them would want me. Which one of them would make me feel wanted tonight. Which one of them would prove James wrong. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out and squinted at the screen. A text from Delia. “You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.”

She wanted a war. She went feral then — words lashing, tears streaking through makeup, the practiced mask finally ripped away to reveal the raw animal beneath. “Do you know who betrayed you?” she screamed, spitting the words straight at me. “Do you know who kept me alive all these years? Your mother — Isadora Vaughn! She’s been feeding me and hiding me and—” She paused, letting out an evil laughter. “God, she’s been lying to so many people just to protect me and give me the funds I need for my revenge! She’s—”

My heart stuttered, and I could barely breathe as I felt the full weight of my betrayal, of my brother who did not even trust me. I dialed the phone, the tracker app glowing, a red dot pulsing at a Silver Veil safehouse on the edge of town. Julian was there, plotting, and I would be damned if I didn’t steal something one last time, anything, to earn back Caspian’s forgiveness. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run, to hide, but I couldn’t. I needed to face Julian, steal his secrets from him, and prove I wasn’t the traitor I had become. I put on a black coat, and my hands shook as I slipped a knife down the side of my boot, my reflection in a shattered mirror looked back at me wit

“Just say it. Really—I can make it happen.” Ivy sighed deeply. “If you insist...” Josh straightened, ready. He figured she'd ask for money—probably a generous amount. Enough to buy a car, go on a shopping spree, whatever. That was fine. For Josh, money was never an issue. But what Ivy said next caught him completely off guard. “Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me—my husband. He cheated on me. Can you do that?” For a moment, Josh was stunned into silence. And then—

I was to be available when needed, silent when not, and convincing enough to sell the illusion of intimacy. And in return he would offer me power. Position. Revenge. Everything Caleb thought he’d stolen from me, Dominic was offering back—multiplied. All he wanted was my signature. I stood by the desk in silence, fingers wrapped around the pen. It was heavier than I expected, cold metal pressed to my palm. “Just walk away,” I whispered to myself, “you don’t need to get revenge,..you aren’t that petty.” But the problem was that I wanted to be petty - for just this once.

“You stopped being my wife the day you became my nurse. The day you let your life revolve around my guilt.” I couldn’t breathe. The walls were too close. “Julian… after my liver… after I almost died for you…” Chloe stepped forward, her sweet smile turning nasty. “Oh, stop playing the hero,” she sneered. “You loved being the martyr. Poor, sick Julian and his loyal wife. You just wanted to trap a rich man.” Rage, hot and red, mixed with my pain. “You… Your mother destroyed my family! And now you want to destroy what’s left of me?”

High, mocking laughter echoing from the master suite. Then came the silence. And then, the unmistakable sounds of betrayal. Even though I knew what they were, the sound felt like a physical blade twisting in my chest. In my past life, I had been so willfully blind. I had probably stood in this very spot a year ago, thinking they were just "bonding" as family. Now, the pain was sharp, but it was followed by a grim, cooling relief. I had it. The evidence was recording. I wasn't the one breaking this marriage; they had never even invited me into it.