Revenge Made Her Mine Novels & Stories

I hate keeping her underground in the cell. I love her so much. I gave her everything. HOW DARE SHE LEAVE ME? she is my wife. My other half. I know she is afraid but i love killing. I love the sight when my enemy's body drain out of blood. and did everything to keep all this away from her, hidden. she is too kind to understand this.Yet, she saw me killing my own "so called brother". she didn't even gave me a chance to explain myself. She is still unconscious. I found her and brought her here. GOD, I missed her, i missed her soft skin, her hazel eyes, her long brown hairs, her smile. But she left me."wake up." i shouted pouring water on her. she opened her eyes. she is observing where she is. Cell is dark and damp, she can't see me. "I missed you, My love." I stepped towards her. Her eyes widened in shock. She can't move. her hands are tied above her head and legs secured in chains. I pulled her cheeks and made my way down. she still don't know that she is naked. I noticed my marks are gone. But now, she doesn't have one. This makes me angry."what shall I do with you?" I said picking up the whip from the ground. Tears roll down her eyes after looking at the glass pieces on the end of whip. it is meant to cut the skin. "No" she whispered. horrors visible in her eyes. I smiled."You need to learn my love. For your own good. Just few days, let me purify you, let me mark you." I said chuckling. I hate to see her this horrified. I need to teach her."MINE"

On the night we came of age, George Costa and I finally took things further in our relationship. Despite the physical discomfort that night, I was happy for a very long time. I genuinely believed that by taking this monumental step together, George and I were locking in our future. We would get engaged, get married, and seal our destinies. After all, the Alfonso and Costa families were the two most powerful mafia families in Solaria. After our union, my father could finally rest easy, knowing he could slowly pass the family empire down to us. However, the very next day, I overheard George talking to one of his friends on the phone. “Wow, that's insane. You actually got the daughter of the Alfonso family to be your first?” Hearing those words made me embarrassed, so I decided to walk away. But then, George said dismissively. “Please, she’s just an Alfonso. Honestly, I wanted Julie first, but I was worried that my lack of experience wouldn't give her a good time. So, I just settled for the next best option and used Annie for practice.” When those words hit me, I didn’t cry or throw a tantrum. The moment I got back, I refused to take my place within the family empire. Instead, I immediately put in a transfer request for our branch in Londres.

I'm a nationally certified animal trainer running the Lion King, Caesar's final assessment. I've barely stepped into the enclosure corridor when the steel guillotine door slams down behind me. My wife's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Everyone, we're doing the ultimate challenge today! We're locking the so-called number-one animal trainer in the Lion King's enclosure and taking bets on whether he wets himself in ten minutes!" Caesar crouches low and rumbles a warning. I reach for my tranquilizer gun but stop cold. The liquid isn't the right color. In a phony sing-song voice, the veterinarian, Hugh Archer, says, "Lucian, I forgot to mention, I swapped your tranquilizer darts for pepper spray so you won't hurt Caesar by mistake. "You two are so close. Just win him over with love!" I look at Caesar, his eyes bloodshot from the stimulant, and it clicks. Hugh still resents that I stopped him from touching a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago. I tune out the trash blaring over the loudspeaker, pull a remote from my pocket, and hit the button. It's the master switch for the electric fence gates around every predator enclosure in the zoo. If I don't make it out, no one does.

Abigail Crawford's life is turned upside down when she wakes up one fateful day with no memories of the last two years. She finds out she's married to a stranger, and her life is now in danger. She has no choice but to do everything in her power to survive; in the meantime, she tries to figure out who she can trust and gradually uncovers the reason for the assassination attempts on her life. Abigail Crawford will soon realize that some memories are best left forgotten.

What begins as a seemingly ordinary love story evolves into a journey of love, betrayal, resilience, and self-discovery. For years, Lela believed she was living the life she had always wanted—a loving marriage, a family, and a future built on trust. But behind the scenes, financial struggles, hidden truths, and years of deception slowly began to unravel the foundation of everything she thought she knew. As cracks in her marriage deepen, Lela is forced to confront painful realities about the man she loves and the life they built together. Looking back, she traces her journey from the unexpected first date that changed her life, through the highs of building a family, the challenges of marriage, and the devastating revelations that would ultimately test her strength and character. When long-buried secrets come to light and years of sacrifices seem overshadowed by betrayal, Lela finds herself at a crossroads. Faced with heartbreak, uncertainty, and the responsibility of protecting her children, she must learn to rebuild not only her future but also her sense of self-worth. Told with honesty, humor, and raw emotion, this memoir explores the complexities of love, the warning signs we often ignore, and the courage it takes to start over when the life you've known begins to fall apart. At its heart, this is a story about survival, forgiveness, and discovering that even after life's greatest disappointments, it is possible to find strength, purpose, and hope again.

Nick Carter was 1/5 member of a music group, and they were getting ready to head out on tour, with his soon to be fiancé Terri and with the security team; the one problem? The head of security was none other than his ex wife, Theresa Carter. What drama could possibly unfold with her, and their set of twins? After all, Theresa was over their divorce and knew that Terri was coming along; Theresa was over the fact that Terri was Nick’s mistress through the end of their marriage as well. But being security goes just beyond protecting the stars, it’s also protecting their image. And someone in their close knit group is doing illegal things. And with certain members already on the verge of losing their contract with their management, it’s up to Theresa to figure out who it is. But when the signs start to point to Nick's current fiancé , it looks more like Theresa is showing jealousy rather than doing her job. It probably didn’t help that Theresa had changed her style to try and seduce her ex husband back to her , and this was a point that everyone knew about, including Terri. As the tedious tour goes on, there are more than just drugs stirring up trouble with everyone. Nick was under the impression that Terri adored his kids, yet the more he’s around her and his kids at the same time, the more he’s seeing traits he does not like with Terri; would that be the end for him and her? And the more he questions, the more the sight of his ex wife is filling him with happiness and a longing that he thought was long gone since their significant loss and heartache. Could Theresa really claim what’s hers, stays hers?

Synopsis Rose has nothing. Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain. Then four black cars block an empty road. The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars. But the real problem has green eyes. Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose. Her. She's mine. The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain. Because Rose isn't just an heiress. She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him. She just doesn't know it yet.

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

“I knew you’d always come back to me.” He has waited 412 years to say those words. Cursed by his own mother. His mate was slaughtered. His bloodline shattered. For four centuries Khaled has existed without purpose, without peace, without the love of his life. Then Monalisa runs into the rain and her blood finds him before he finds her. She is everything he remembers. The same stubbornness. The same fire. The same heart that beats too loud for a human girl. He wants to worship her. Protect her. Keep her. But the ancient whispers won’t stop. Her blood is too powerful. Her presence too familiar. The vampires who feared his mother go quiet when Monalisa walks into a room. The wolves hunt her. The witches whisper her name. The demons want her gone before she remembers. Remembers what? Khaled has one question he is terrified to answer. Is she the mate he lost and has been mourning for 412 years? Or is she the mother who cursed him, reborn in a teenager’s body, coming back to finish what she started? Her blood is his answer. He just has to survive finding out.