Revenge Has Her Face Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

he asks. She shuts her eyes for a breath. When she opens them again, I feel something like relief cross her features for a heartbeat—quick, desperate and then she steadies. “My name is Stella Lewis,” she says, voice flat and hard. “And I want revenge.” The words cut the air and scatter the chamber into different colours of shock. Some faces go pale, some go tight with suspicion, others frown as if trying to fold the meaning into something that makes sense. Revenge? The syllable tastes like iron in my mouth.

The car purred to life, and we pulled away from the estate, leaving the chaos and humiliation behind. In the backseat, I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. I should have felt relieved to be away from it all, but instead, I felt… unsettled. “Do you know the best way to get revenge on someone like him?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking. “What?” He leaned back in his seat, his smirk playful yet calculating. “Alias. Do you know the best way to make him regret every single thing he did to you?”

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

Elegant, polished, her long silky hair cascading over one shoulder and her sharp eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The same woman who had called me useless, who had kissed my husband—my ex-husband—right in front of me while I lay broken on the floor. The same woman who had taken everything from me now stood in the place I had just been dragged into. My stomach twisted violently. The nausea I had been fighting since the mall surged again, mixing with pure humiliation. My legs trembled. If Drake hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. Jackson’s gaze locked on mine. For a split second, something like regret flashed across his face, but it was gone too fast. Chloe’s lips curved into

And even the only woman I love. I will reclaim everything, even if it means killing anyone that hinders me. I whispered to Eva. “You gave me permission back in the restroom, Eva.” Her baby blue eyes searched my face for an answer before I pressed her body to mine and claimed her lips. Cameras flashed and gasps rose among the crowd. Even though all of this was revenge against a certain person, I was happy to have Eva in my arms again. She broke away, staring at me with masked surprise.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

I knew who it was before I looked up. Chase. He hadn’t stayed here last night. Why was he back now? “Stand still.” I stepped into the shadows, avoiding the light. “What is it?” He narrowed his eyes and marched over, gripping my shoulders firmly. “What happened to your face?” His aura—too powerful, too close—made it hard to breathe. “I—I fell.” “You fell?” His voice was sharp. “Where were you? It's almost dawn!” He tightened his grip. His presence was suffocating—his black silk pajama doing nothing to soften the menace in his eyes.