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.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

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.

Seconds later, I noticed that her face was red. "Were you crying?" I asked, and she closed her eyes. I walked to her cautiously and hugged her. "I want revenge," she cried out. "Revenge for my parents, revenge for you, and me." "Shh, it's okay. We will get our revenge," I said. Deep within me, I knew that my revenge surely would mix with love, love for Morgan. Tears also began to fall from my face. As much as I blinked, it came out more.

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…

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

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.