Revenge From Ex Novels & Stories

“That would mean I’m getting a custom version of Sienna because you are mean to me.” I laughed. “You know, funnily enough, when I signed your contract, getting revenge on my ex was one of my biggest motivations. I knew I would need money to make it happen.” “So what changed?” I sighed. “I’m over it. I just want to focus on my life and make it better. I can’t do that if I’m fixated on someone else’s.” “I understand,” he said calmly. “Give it enough time, though, and I'll have you wanting revenge again. I always get my pound of flesh.”

Ophelia's POV I love summer—warm and vibrant, bringing life to everything. I love the cool breeze that follows rain, refreshing and calming. But what I love the most is the expression on their faces—the shock, the disbelief, and the despair. "THE CEO OF WESTBROOK LIMITED" Fuck, the introduction sounds even better than I had expected. I waited three years—three fucking years—to see this look on their faces. It’s been three years since I left New York. One year of wallowing in self-pity and agony, and two years of meticulously planning my revenge.

he declares with a coldness that chills my soul. I feel a lump in my throat and the weight of guilt crushing me. But I also feel the determination to continue on my path. Revenge is my destiny, and nothing and no one will stop me. I stand up with determination, take the bag Habbab left, and prepare to embark on a new chapter of my life, where hatred and thirst for justice will be my guide. Nothing matters more than completing my revenge against Çakir Erdoğan, even if it means losing the love of my grandsons. My thirst for revenge still burns deep within me, and I won't rest until Çakir pays for what he's done.

she asked, all cheerfulness disappearing from her voice. “As soon as possible” “Did something happen with Theon? We weren’t going to start doing this until a few months from now.” She pointed out. “Nothing happened. “Mmhmm,” she replied, and I know she didn’t believe me. “Consider it done.” I hung up and gripped the phone tightly in my hand. This was necessary. The plan was to destroy the people who broke me, humiliate them more than they did to me and take away all their happiness. I would not let these resurfacing feelings for Theon stop me or distract me from getting my revenge.

Stephanie deserves a chance to rebuild her life, free from his shadow. I should have confessed back then, before they married. Then, maybe, she wouldn’t have been stuck with Vince. The documents scattered across my desk serve as a reminder of what’s at stake. I lean forward, flipping through the pages with an almost mechanical precision, committing every detail to memory. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. It’s about ensuring she gets the fresh start she deserves. Vince may think he’s clever, but he underestimates me—and he underestimates Stephanie.

"Curse you, L—Leon! Just you wait… The Martells and the Southern Boss will definitely kill you one day…" hissed Charlie through gritted teeth, all while enduring the agony he felt after having both his legs broken by Leon. "You really don't know when to quit. Don't be in such a hurry, though. I've only gotten revenge for my grandfather and uncle! I still have a score to settle with you!" Leon sneered with murderous intent in his eyes.

I throw my head back in a bitter laugh. “You bought shares from my abusive ex-husband to stage a hostile takeover of my company. In what twisted alternate reality is any of that…” my fingers come up to draw quotation marks over my head, “…reasonable?” “I did what I had to do.” “No, you did what your wounded ego told you to do.” I lean against my desk. “None of this has anything to do with the well-being of this company. This is revenge.” His eyes widen. “Revenge?” My jaw ticks as I swallow hard.

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

Her fingers twisted together nervously. “You’ll understand soon,” I said simply, giving her a small smile. I waved to Jax and some other men and they followed me inside. When we were alone, I looked them in the eye. “Damian,” I said, my voice steady. “He was my mate. My ex-mate.” They didn’t act surprised. “I need revenge,” I continued. “He tossed me aside like I was nothing. He publicly humiliated me But now? I want him to suffer.”

I knew accepting Travis would mean that I would get ready to leave my revenge against my ex-husband if I went with Travis so I cut off the feelings I had towards him. I wasn’t going to rest until I found a way to make him pay for what he had done to me. For the pain he had caused me, the embarrassment, the terrible things he had done. I was ready to have my revenge and I would have it in the most spectacular way possible. ‘Are you there?’ his text came again as I smiled before responding. ‘Yeah. I’m at work.’ ‘Why don’t you skip work early and come be with me.’ ‘It’s still morning.’ I replied as he sent me laughing emojis.