Revenge Made Her Mine Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to force you. If your gut says no, then tell him. But just know, Reed’s probably out there screwing Evelyn in some overpriced hotel suite while you’re here, playing sad ex-wife with dignity.” Her words hit hard. Too hard. Pitiful. I didn’t want to be pitiful. I sat up straighter. “You’re right… I’ll do it.” Her squeal nearly cracked the ceiling. “YES! Now that’s my badass bestie.” She grabbed both my hands and squeezed them. “Go get your revenge. And if full-blown sex happens, even better.” “Okay…yes to revenge, no to sex,” I said quickly, glaring at her.

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

But her connection with the flesh trading syndicate just overtook all of her. A surge of uncontrollable animosity develops in her toward Veronica. “Why did you do that? I..shit,” She cursed loudly frustratedly pushing her hair behind her head, “Did you even saw those innocent girls there? They were so young and don’t deserve any of this,” “I know.. But…” “But what?” Maze practically growled at her “I was forced to do all this and kind of immersed in my own world of revenge,” Maze turned to her creasing her forehead, ”Revenge?”

So I make my way over to the table in the kitchen and pick it up to read it. You were mine yet you did not want me. She was destined to me yet I rejected her. When you killed her tonight, you killed the remaining half of my soul. I will get my revenge. I will be back for you, when you are a Winter bride. Until then beautiful

"No Phil you_" He cut her "Perhaps, I didn't apologise or perhaps you were trying to protect me from something. I really don't care. All I want, is for us to work this marriage. Be my wife again. Let love rule us. Do you want all these?" Does she want all these? Offcourse she does! She is tired of being a revenge tool. She wants a serious relationship for once in her life. She wants to love her husband wholeheartedly without having to plan any fuckin games. Damb this Revenge Game! Damn his father! Damn her Pride! and most especially, Damn her Mother!! She loves this man and she wants her marriage to work. She nodded a Yes.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“You’ll regret this. I’ll ruin you. I’ll make sure she fights for it. I’ll make sure she wins. And when she does, I’ll take it all from her myself.” The iPad slipped in my hand. So that was it. Her sudden softness. Her sudden support. The way she showed up for me, stood beside me, played the doting mother when I needed her most. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t guilt. It was revenge. She hadn’t come back to make things right. She had come back because Dante had cut her out. She needed me to win so she could take it all from me. I had just trusted her. Hugged her. Celebrated with her. And all along, she’d been sharpening the knife she would put in my back.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

The kind of calm that meant someone was going to burn. I wasn’t doing this for revenge. I was doing it for Ariana. For every scream they ignored. For every touch she didn’t consent to. For every bruise and tear and sob they didn’t think would matter. They messed with the wrong girl. And I was going to make damn sure they remembered that. Even if I had to become something dark to do it. Because Ariana was mine. And I don’t let anyone hurt what’s mine. Ariana's POV

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”