Revenge Lover Novels & Stories

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.

“Why wouldn’t he? I’m his lover’s scorned ex-girlfriend. Of course I want revenge.” I pause. “His lover?” She laughs. “You didn’t know? Luca Vecchio doesn’t just want his sister, Alessio. He’s been fucking me and pretending I’m her. Makes me wear white. Call him ‘brother’ in bed. It’s disturbing.” My jaw clenches. “Why are you helping me?” “Because when you destroy him, I want a cut. And I want you back.” “Not happening.” “We’ll see.” She hangs up.

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."

Her body was completely numb, due to Xavier's cruelty. Xavier left Bianca who could only whimper. Annoyed that Bianca hadn't given him any information, he turned to his friends. "Noah, take care of that woman." After saying that, Xavier nonchalantly left. His emotions were completely out of control in front of Bianca. Even though Xavier is a gentle person with women, it is proven that he is always kind to his mother, sister, and also his lover. But not with Bianca, Xavier just felt all this needed to be done to avenge James' death.

That the only good thing he'd done in the midst of that whole situation had come: that sudden revenge plan that had formed in his mind at the speed of a heartbeat. A way to hit Liam and Suzan in their egos where it would hurt the most. A way to keep those two bastards close and figure out how he could make them suffer for what they'd done. A way to do your best to heal Missy's completely destroyed self-esteem... A way to finally be with the woman he loved, as he had been dreaming of for months.

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

"And when do I come in?" "When Oliver asks why I want a divorce. That’s the perfect moment for you to appear. He’ll never suspect my supposed lover is here—let alone that it’s you." "Though… if you show up as my lover, your reputation might take a hit too," I finally realize. "I’m sorry—I didn’t think of that. I was so focused on revenge, I didn’t consider how it might affect you to play my fake lover," I apologize, biting my lip. "You can make it up to me later," he says, shrugging. Seeing my startled expression, he adds, "I mean all the perfumes we’ll make together. Don’t think for a second that I’d ever be interested in you. You’re not my type."

I opened my eyes again, letting my lashes brush against his. “Love and revenge are made of the same substance,” I whispered. “Both demand totality.” A storm flickered behind his gaze—like thunder without lightning. He took my hand and placed it over his chest. Beneath the fabric, his heartbeat thudded fast—faster than the first jazz song earlier. “Prove it,” he breathed. I glanced at the window, then leaned in, answering him with a kiss on the corner of his lips—soft, brief, enough to tempt, enough to linger. For a fleeting second, its heat stayed on my skin, even after I pulled away.

Martin Garcia, a cold, arrogant and ruthless business man in New York, his presence alone will make your knees weak and make you tremble. He is well know amongst the ladies for his looks and feared by many for being a mafia in the dark world. To Amber, he is the man she adores the most in the world, she looks up to him for everything and even though their relationship isn't good, she would move heaven and hell for her beloved father.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.