Revenge Love の小説・ストーリー

"Love is soft, Julian. This is rage. This is an obsession. This is revenge." "You want revenge for her leaving you. And the only revenge you can think of is exposing her lie and forcing her back into your truth," Julian said calmly, meeting my frantic eyes. "But if you expose her, Kian, you destroy the only thing she cares about. And that is not hate. That is a desperation born of deep, crippling love." I didn't answer. I couldn't. The denial was my last defense, and Julian had punched right through it. If it was love, then it was a cruel, twisted kind that made me want to crush her just to prove she was mine.

Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you. Love was easy to say. Love was cheap. But revenge—revenge was earned. Two days before the wedding, I lost everything. And in that same moment, I decided to take everything back.

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?

I loved the place since it makes me feel close to Marcus and it happens to be the last place I saw him. The glass of Scotch in my hand tasted better than it has in a while. I had to think of the best way to get my revenge on Two faced and hurting Arthur’s business was not part of it. He is a good man that got conned into thinking he has an angel for a daughter.

Rage burned through every vein in my body until my hands trembled because I hated myself for loving someone capable of destroying me so effortlessly, and I hated myself even more for believing that child was mine when there had always been a chance it never was. Everything I did after that day came from a place I barely recognized. My decisions weren’t driven by reason—they were fueled by heartbreak, humiliation, and anger so consuming it poisoned every part of me. I had poured years of loyalty, trust, and love into our marriage, only to watch it shatter beneath someone else’s lies, so I sought revenge in the only way I believed I knew how. Then Ava walked into my life.

I told him. "But you're holding a grude on your mom." Dad told me. "Leticia loves you, and everything she did, she had the same motive as I've always had: of avoiding a time in life as such. A time when our reputation is so stripped that we no longer mean anything. Just people that no one wants to be connected to. The same way you understand Dan's motive for dating your sister, understand your mother's motive for sending Rissa to an orphanage. It doesn't matter how deep the err is, look at the motive and forgive. Dan is right."

Almost back to how we were before, even if it can never be the same. Still it's still something. "I will do the ordering." Tin propose. "It's on you superstar." On me...wait what.... "Hey...hey Tin, dont you...huh...she hanged up.again." That bitch. Those bitches I have come to love. Letting go of my hatred and regret really seemed hard at first but looking back it's kind of confusing why I wanted revenge in the first place. When I just need I'd the better me. The real me.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Juliet stretched to me a tiny bottle and I stared at the container wondering what it was. "Trina, this is an ointment. I purchased it at a cosmetic store. It will quickly expunge the spots on your face." My lips curved into a smile and I held the bottle, "oh thanks so much mum, I really needed it so I'll look like an angel tomorrow." "Like an angel, where're you going tomorrow?" "My crush Jake is gonna be picking me up." Juliet's cheeks dissolved into a wild smile, "Is he hot?" "Smoking hot."