Novel & Cerita Revenge Lover

There was a fine line between justice and vengeance, and we were getting dangerously close to crossing it. But the truth was, none of us knew how far we were willing to go. We were in uncharted territory now especially Ethan and I. The man who had kidnapped Olivia wasn’t just a criminal, he was a sadist, a person who enjoyed torturing others. And every fibre of my being screamed for revenge. The anger burned through me like fire, and a part of me wanted to see him pay for what he had done to her. Luke turned to me then, his eyes dark but steady, and for a moment, the man I loved was back. The love I saw in his eyes hadn’t disappeared entirely, but it was tempered by something far more danger

“You don’t get to act like this isn’t important.” “I don’t want a mate.” “I do,” Fenris snapped. “I let you have a lover before. I didn’t fight you on Raven, even though she wasn’t our mate. I let you love her, and you still refuse to let me have what I want.” I clenched my jaw at the mention of Raven. She had been my first love, my only love. Losing her had carved something out of me that had never healed. “This is different.” My voice was cold. “I won’t be controlled by something as fragile as a bond.”

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.

Revenge. The news of Salvora’s death had reached him weeks ago, and though he had barely blinked at the thought of his reckless, troublesome niece meeting an untimely end, there was something irresistible about the idea of avenging her, something almost poetic about using her as an excuse to start a war, something deeply satisfying about the idea of sinking his teeth back into the world of drugs, blood, and power with the full force of a man who had nothing left to lose. Because the truth was, he hadn’t loved Salvora. Had never really cared whether she lived or died, won or lost, ruled or crumbled under her own arrogance.

She tasted just like she smelled. “Seraphina,” I gasped into her mouth, placing her gently on the desk. “If you want me to do this, you have to tell me why,” I said, my voice firm. It took everything in me to make her think I still had control. She stared at me, her eyes bouncing around before she finally sighed deeply. “I want revenge, Marcus. I want revenge on your son.” I stepped back slightly, seeing her in a different light. “Revenge?” “Yes,” she replied, keeping her composure. “I want to sleep with you to get back at him.”

What he really touched was a weapon I’ve sharpened over years of being used and learning to use back. In true sense I was a slut, a sex addicted slut who couldn't go a day with something being shoved up her pussy. I quickly got out of bed, and made my way downstairs in his shirt, I always stole shirts, trophies of the game. I found Kai, my 'evil boyfriend' from last night sitting on the couch, scrolling his phone like he owned the place. Best friend privileges. “Morning, sunshine.” he greeted without looking up. “You crashed here?” I asked, stealing the mug of coffee he’d clearly made for himself.

“Now this boils down to the question Sophia asked you back at the café. How about you make your own choice? Those people have treated you wrongly, and you know it. They need to pay, and you can do something about that.” I rested back in my chair and crossed my legs, the motion casual, the body language of a man who’d rehearsed this delivery. Her face changed, the calculation was visible now, a map of the gears turning behind her eyes. That particular look told me I’d struck the right nerve: pain softened by opportunity, anger polished by the scent of revenge. All I needed now was a few seconds. Let her debate quietly with herself; let the hatred bloom so bright it eclipses any rational fear.

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.

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

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.