Novel & Cerita Revenge Love Bl Drama

Rebecca concluded her story. By the time Rebecca finished her story, Rachel's eyes were already glittering with tears as she was crying, although it had never occurred to her that her mother was working for the organization, what pained her most was the pain her mother had passed through in the hands of the organization, they had killed her husband, depriving her of her love, even her mother did not know why they were pursued nor did she know why her husband was murdered, she did not feel any hatred towards her parents, rather her love for them grew, as she knew of the hardship her mother had gone through.

Still, she was the most beautiful person to ever grace this galaxy. I scooted closer to her, my hands wrapped around her waist as I spooned her in bed. Her body molded perfectly into mine. "Davina..." I whispered as I placed a kiss on her neck. "My love." There was a time all I lived for was revenge. My greatest driving force was hate. And my only ambition was to usurp the man that stole everything from me. But now? I had Davina. I had everything. With her, life was good. Life was kind. Life was a blessing. Even though we still had some ups and downs, life was still worth it.

I said, my voice steady but burning with anger. She catwalked back to me, “Someone I respect said, the love grows after being married,” she giggled. “If you don't want to, I would have no choice but to let grandma know about the past relationship you had and might still have towards your enemy's daughter.” My hands clenched into fists, “How can a person change overnight?” I said, anger laced beneath my words. Her hands caressed my chest, “Love made me,” she said, chuckling. “I would be waiting for you in the bedroom Chelo.”

she said, her eyes fixed outside as if the world beyond the glass mattered more than the man she’d married. Aion rubbed his face, his chest tightening at the memory of the night before—their wedding that wasn’t built on love, but on promises tangled with resentment. He should’ve felt victorious. This was his revenge, after all. But as he watched her now, her fingers tracing invisible shapes on the windowsill, the bitterness didn’t taste as sweet as he imagined. “I’ll make breakfast,” she said suddenly, standing up before he could answer. Her tone carried politeness, the kind that people use with strangers.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

"Why the hell did you do that?" Iris yelled loudly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall. Dominic faked a gasp in surprise when he heard her yell. There was a tiny smirk on his face as he watched her attract attention to herself. No one knew what was running through his head as he watched her lose composure. It was so unlike her and he was definitely enjoying it. Insane right? Well, that's what you can call Dominic. Behind his easygoing facade was a black-hearted man.

“I remember exactly how it played out. I remember how foolish I was.” His expression tightened. “But I love you,” he insisted. “And you love me. What is this sudden drama?” I stepped closer. “Don’t you love Vivian?” I asked, locking my eyes onto his. He froze. “Fine,” I continued. “Call her. Call her here right now and tell her how much you love me.” I folded my arms. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. “Exactly,” I said softly. “Well—” he started. “No,” I cut him off. “It’s good we’re ending this here. Don’t cross the line again, Drake.”

GET the revenge body ✔️ Take over his company ✔️ Ruin any girl who gets romantically involved with him ✔️✔️✔️ Her revenge list was all ticked. She was supposed to be drinking, laughing, and savouring the taste of sweet revenge. But she did none of that, because revenge was not sweet... not as sweet as she had expected. Thomas was married, Aiden had cancelled their date earlier for a hot official matter, everyone was happy but her.

I wore a very tight black dress that hugged my body perfectly, with a large black cosmopolitan hat that held most of my ego, my make up was a little mild but my lip were bloody red. I was death in human form ready to serve it for free. The dramatic scene came when the door was open wide for me, breeze blowing and I stood before men, totally deadpan, this was a different me, with eyes staring probably wondering where I came from. I said nothing, scanning through the room for my prey. There he was, the very man who turned my life upside down, how can he still have a smile on his face. The pain again started returning, I can’t forgive because I can’t forget all that I went through, seeing him n

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?