Revenge Is A Fool's Game Novels & Stories

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Finally, just as the clock hands turned to ten minutes past nine, she grabbed my hands in a panic. “I’m sorry, I was wrong! I’ll tell you everything. I’ll do anything! “Just have mercy on me and don’t play the video!” I simply smiled and pulled her into the room next door. Amidst an uproar, the screen showed a video from Animal Planet. “They tricked us! What a waste of time.” “And here I thought we’d see something worthwhile. Whoever posted on that forum was crazy.”

"A momentary lapse of judgment, right? That's what you wanted to say? Sean, how stupid do you think I am?" Sean was at a loss for words. I said, "But I am indeed a fool. I was a fool for rushing into the explosion to save you when you were fooling around with Vivian. You must have had fun playing me like a fool. We shouldn't have gotten together at all!"

What else could it be? He was simply setting up a trap to deceive her just to witness the way I get my revenge. There is nothing left to explain at this point. My fingertips hold tightly on the phone until they turn pale, yet a smile still appears on my face, trying hard to appear more malevolent: "I hate her; of course, I should retaliate most ruthlessly. Do you empathize with her, Mr. Miller?" Kent chuckled; his face looked darkly remarking: "Not that I empathize with her, but I just think...you in this state are disgusting."

“I fcking need you to come back to me. Or I won’t stop chasing you.” I pulled myself up and walked towards the glass wall, looking at the fascinating endless blue ocean. “So, this game isn’t going anywhere unless you give up on your bullsh*ts and just give my freedom back or I give up on my life and foolishly submit to you.” I looked at him again blankly. “Right?” “You really think I want you back to make you suffer? Why don’t you just forgive me and drop your childish and petty revenge?”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Jack asked " Does that mean you are going to end this revenge game on her and give her the shares of Victor back to her in the tray of gold?" " No, I won't back out from my revenge It was just an accident and she survived. It was all her own fault that she couldn't control her temper and drove in full speed. I am not the one to be blamed over here. Like alwatys she acted like a brat, egomaniac and arrogant woman. She deserves what I am giving her." I growled " She will play me again if I give into her. She might look like a unicorn or innocent swan but in reality she is a cunning fox. I will teach her a lesson."

My nostrils flared on that but he will not get me. "You must be a fool, Henry. I know you're taking revenge for what I did to your son. But this trick is so old-fashioned. How cheap you are!" and now I can see his eyes changed in an instant but the game will be boring if he'll lose quickly without even showing his card. "I don't care if you find this cheap. All I know is you'd suffer to death when I kill your dear woman." "Go on! What's stopping you? Kill her I don't care." and I chortled.