Revenge Love の小説・ストーリー

Now, I hated him—hated the man who’d shattered my world, who’d pushed me hard enough to lose our child, who’d left me to claw my way through the wreckage of my faded fame. But hate was a fire, and fire could burn both ways. I let him lead me out of the club, his grip firm, my dress clinging to my skin, the night air sharp against my flushed cheeks as we headed to his apartment. I wasn’t here for love. I was here for revenge. Inside his penthouse, the city’s glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows over sleek furniture and polished floors. Marcus didn’t waste time, his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that was all teet

Lance drew a sharp breath and placed a finger beneath his chin and said, “I still don’t get it, though. Why does your family hate you so much? It is rather unnatural that they did the things they did.” “I think I’m done looking for reasons. The more I search, the angrier I get, and since the whole revenge plan didn’t work out as expected, I have come to realise that the anger keeps storing in my soul, and it makes me miserable. I don’t want to be miserable anymore. Once we find the seal and get every other thing in order, I want to return to The Rebel Pack and find happiness.”

“I want to cherish every moment, mentioning his name again would spoil things.” I could sense it. His words proved that there was something going on. It doesn't matter if he didn't tell me the reasons for his displeasure to his friend as long as I can use it in my favour. I need more men on my side, it would be more thrilling if he felt what betrayal was like. “I would do anything to avenge the death of my father too. I want to end it all and leave here,” I said,

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

The blood on his face had already been washed away, leaving him staring blankly into nothing. "Ice," Andrew called softly, walking to stand beside him. Axel didn’t move. Andrew tried to see what Axel was staring at, but all he could make out was the the distant city lights. "Maybe a stupid question… but how do you feel?" Yes, he had finally taken revenge. But that still didn't change him. He was still cold and distant. It didn't really heal him. A small, misty breath escaped Axel. That tiny sign said more than words ever could.

Marcus: *When are we moving on the government files? I stared at the message. Didn't respond. Outside Adrian's office, I could hear him on the phone. His voice steady. Professional. Trying to hold everything together. *"I don't remember pulling the trigger."* I looked at the closed laptop again. And for the first time since that night two years ago, I wondered if revenge was worth it. If destroying him would bring Aurora back. Or if it would just create two monsters instead of one. The cursor blinked. Waiting.

I truly believed my life was over when everything went dark, as if darkness had swallowed me whole, and I was stranded in a place of despair with no hope of rescue. At some point, I gradually regained consciousness and saw Brian hovering anxiously over me. A surge of rage exploded within me as I instinctively pushed him away, feeling a mixture of pain and fury. "They should pay for what they did to us," Nama declared with unwavering determination. Her words began to resonate more deeply within me, and doubt started to fade. I couldn't ignore the truth in her statement any longer. As I lay there, a renewed sense of resolve formed—I was beginning to believe that seeking revenge for what they d

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

And the idea of marrying his cousin, becoming Luna of the pack right under his nose, seemed like the perfect revenge. I pictured his face, scrunched up in pain and that brought me more happiness than a lot of things have. To see him in pain for what he did to me was going to be the ultimate revenge for what he did to me. The satisfaction was also going to be worth it. I looked up at Jaime, studying his face. There was no denying that he was attractive, and he had a certain charm about him, but this wasn’t about attraction. This was about strategy. And revenge. What did I even have to lose? I hated that my body suddenly inclined towards it. I wanted to marry him. I wanted to cause Kai more pa

Xavier asked her with an inquisitive look. "Come on, Xavier, stop playing the unaffected with me; why do you think that she came back, and why did she show up at the auction?" Claudia asked Xavier. "How am I supposed to know that?" Xavier asked Claudia, and immediately she shot him an angry glare. "We both know that she came back for revenge; if she showed up at that auction and bought that jewelry for twenty million dollars, it's just to show us how strong she has become, and I'm very sure that she's already planning how to get back at us, and who knows, maybe she has already planned it and she's patiently waiting for the best time to strike," she said to Xavier, who seemed unconcerned by h