Revenge From Ex Novels & Stories

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

But I wasn’t done. Not yet… I swirled the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice clinking softly. The liquid burned my throat as I drank, but the fire inside me burned hotter. Revenge. It had kept me warm all these years. I stood from behind my sleek black desk and walked to the tall window that overlooked the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The view was perfect, but my heart wasn’t calm. Because I had decided. It was time to go back. To Skyline.

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

"Because strong people don't need revenge. They heal and move on." "Says who?" The question catches me off guard. "Everyone?" "I think you'll find that's not true. Revenge is a normal human response to being hurt. The question isn't whether you want it. It's what you plan to do with that want." "I plan to act on it." "How?" I tell her everything. The contract marriage. The evidence gathering. The plan to expose Julian's crimes. The fact that I've been stalling because seeing him one more time feels both necessary and impossible.

“I was just kidding. The best thing is to move on with another man. Fall in love with him, get married. Show them there are other men out there who are better than him.” “What!” I exclaim. “Yes.” “Is that your revenge plan?” “Trust me. Nothing hurts an ex more than realizing they’re not the best thing that ever happened to you.” I roll my eyes exaggeratedly. “That’s ridiculous.” He laughs softly. “I'm actually serious.” It’s getting late, but I don't feel like leaving. I enjoy talking with this young man. The night drags on, and I feel the need to ask, “Where is the restroom, please?”

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

She always knew where she stood. And I realized something terrifying. We were more alike than I thought. I didn’t come from her world, didn’t wear sharp suits or perfect lipstick, but deep down, the part of me that craved order, the part that longed to be seen and undone and chosen—it was the same. Zoey leaned forward, her eyes pinning me to the booth. “I know what you’re doing this for, though.” I tensed. “What?” “You want revenge,” she said plainly. “On your ex. That boy who broke you. You want to make him feel what he made you feel.”

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.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.