Revenge From Ex Novels & Stories

“How can you do something this f*****h? Do you not see that history is about to repeat itself again? You were her boss when you ruined her and now you want to do the same thing?” “Come on man, I thought you were wiser than that!” “What even made you think of such a thing?” “I wanted revenge,” “What f*****g revenge, Ethan? It is so evident that you are the one at fault. Your actions should get you into getting closer to her and making her forgive you. Not getting on her bad side and making her regret ever knowing you.” “Wait, why the revenge?” Greg asked. “Cos I thought she moved on, had an affair with another man, gave birth for him and she has been going on dates with different men lately.

I froze, holding my breath as he leaned back into his chair. “Do you want revenge?” he asked, his voice now sounding more serious. “Very much so,” I replied firmly. “The best revenge isn’t by berating them in public or crying at their feet. The best revenge is by standing so much higher that they can no longer touch the hem of your dress.” Rex set down his cutlery, then interlaced his fingers on the table. The sound of the waves behind us seemed to vanish, replaced by the tension that suddenly filled the air between us.

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

And in return, I’d be tied to Alexander Bells…completely, unavoidably. The same man who humiliated me. The same man who made my pulse stutter just by breathing in the same space. The same man who also happened to be the father of the ex who broke my heart. I could almost hear the universe laughing. And as crazy as it sounded, a dangerous thought crept into my head. Maybe this was the perfect revenge. Work for him. Take his money. Rise high enough to make Ethan choke on regret when he sees me living the life he said I’d never have.

I turn to my fiancé and wrap my arms around his thick neck, making him calm down. "It's in the past. I've practically forgotten about it." He frowns, "How? How can you not be so angry by them? How can you not let what they did effect you?" I peck his lips, "because if I did become angry, they would have won. They did those horrible things to break me. What better revenge is there than to not be broken and be whole instead. They would feel like they failed. So I try to not let them hinder the good things in my life. That is my revenge on them Xander." I whisper. I peck his lips and walk outside.

Ten years ago, I never would have thought I would be this happy. I never thought I had four elder brothers who had been searching for me for years. Neither do I believe that a reunion with Noah after all the heartaches and pains would be possible. As I look at my growing family, I realize that we don’t heal in isolation but in community. I was hurt when I walked away from Noah and everything. Revenge made me come back. I wanted to show Noah what he ditched and took for trash. I wanted him to regret divorcing me and stripping me of everything he gave me - his name, wealth, and protection.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

Besides that, thinking about how this woman embarrassed their entire family and how much money and power they would need to waste on damage control, Natasha just could not help but feel furious. "Grandpa! Why are you even defending her?!" Natasha pointed rudely at Melody, scowling. "She's just a manipulative country bumpkin! Once Chris divorced her, she just couldn't help wreaking havoc for our family! She was jealous of Talia, so it's very likely that she caused this whole mess today! She's trying to seek revenge on us!" "Hmph, an evil woman like her doesn't have the right to be in our family!"

"He's the only man who ever made you cry. And now you've invited him back with instructions to watch you with someone else. That's not revenge, Elena. That's—" "Justice." "Gasoline meeting match." "I can handle Adrian Kane." "Can you? You just created a situation where you have to feel nothing while he feels everything. And honey, you've never been good at feeling nothing where he's concerned." "I'm different now." "Are you? Or are you just better dressed?" The question lands harder than it should. "I have to go. I need to get ready for dinner." "Elena—" "I'll call you tomorrow." I hang up before she can say anything else. Before she can point out the obvious flaw in my plan. That revenge on

I would never have sent someone after him. Arch shook his head, his lips twisting with disgust. “But why are you surprised? You're just a blood thirsty bitch like your father, aren't you?” Never had I hated anyone like this before. Pain exploded in my heart threatening to consume me. Did he just throw my past in my face so carelessly? Rage squeezed around my chest until my fist fell at my sides, clenched so tight I felt my nails dig moons into my palms. “Arch? What did you say?”