Revenge Made Her Mine Novels & Stories

The dagger fell to the ground with a muffled sound. She spun, and swiftly kicked the man in the abdomen. Her shoe repeatedly struck his midsection, and towering over him, she asked coldly, "Who sent you?" "Damn it!" the man cursed angrily and swung his long arm, attempting to grab her ankle. With a swift move, she evaded his grasp. The man lunged toward her once more. With a cold glare, Melody dodged him. She quickly grabbed his arm, then dragged him down. Suddenly, she felt her bracelet being pulled off.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

“He replaced you without a second thought, even before your marriage ended. And I bet that still eats at you.” I hated that he was right. I hated that Sebastian had disrespected me in the worst possible way and I let it roll off my back like it was nothing. “Don’t you want to finally see him get what he deserves? I know you want to get your revenge, Iris. I can help you.” I was stunned, unable to speak. He was right. Everything Maverick said was right. I wanted my revenge. I wanted to see Sebastian suffer. Maverick stretched his hand out to me, pulling me up and close to him. Confidence rolled off him in waves. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

The book was as bright as they shined on her. Moments later, bones cracking was heard, scream was heard and she went all four. "Finally. I am back." She smirked. "You don't have to suffer anymore. Instead, leave the revenge to me because I will hurt whoever has hurt you. I will finally get Viggo killed for what he did to my master." Scarlett was silent and the thought of her being hurt didn't make her focus on Reven. As Raven turned around, she could see Simon standing in front of her.

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.

That I would wither away in the silence you left me in? No. I had a feeling — no, a certainty that our paths would cross again very soon. And when they did, you wouldn’t find the same woman you knew before. You wouldn’t see the same Lauren Darrow who bent, who compromised, who gave more than she ever received. The next time you saw me, I would be different. Stronger. Sharper. A woman forged in betrayal and rebuilt with fire in her veins. And when that moment came, I would look you in the eye and tell you, with no hesitation, that I would bring you down. Piece by piece.

“You will not get away with this.” “And what exactly are you going to do?” Margret snapped, her tone strong though guilt trembled behind it. “You’re an orphan. You have no one. And we are rich.” Dante nodded in agreement beside her. A slow, dark smile touched her lips. “Maybe I have nothing now,” she said softly, dangerously. “But I will be back. And trust me… I’ll savor every second of my revenge.” A chill swept through the room. The atmosphere turned heavy.