Revenge Novels Romance Novels & Stories

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

he exploded. "I want to know everything, Ethan," Elena said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity as he closed the distance between them. Elena backed away, her heels hitting the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't escape the piercing gaze of his eyes. "You want to know everything, Elena Wellington?" Ethan's voice was low and frightening, his words dripping with a threatening tone. "This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize."

Thane's charisma has always infuriated him the most since he felt less threatened by Thorn, who seemed more interested in enjoying life than working hard. End of trance. At that moment, it dawned on me. I knew what exactly I had to do to fast-track my plans on getting my revenge against Mia. I got out of bed, excited for nothing but for something, actually, for everything.

Women were always throwing themselves at me, so why did it look like she genuinely disliked me? "Can you please leave? I don't understand why you're doing this. I already apologized for what happened, so why won't you leave me alone" Because I want to hurt you. I want to see the faces you make when you're in unbearable pain. This was all to get revenge on your brother since he loves you so much, but now, I want to make you bleed too. Would that scare her? Would she run? Too bad. I've always been known to give a good chase before I catch my prey and devour them

“Mona, you can’t trust them. They could be anyone—a rival gang, someone with their own vendetta against the Ruthless Knight or the rival gang your brother was affiliated with. You could end up in a worse position than you’re in now.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears, and she grabbed my hand. “Lyla, please. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. You’ve been looking for him, too. You understand what it’s like.” I swallowed hard. Did I understand? I have been consumed by my own thirst for revenge, desperate to make the people who hurt me pay. Even now, sitting across from Mona, I still don't feel guilty over my decision to opt for revenge not justice.

His eyes were burning, two dark coals of suppressed rage. "What the f@ck are you putting on?" he demanded, his voice a coming out angrily. "Where is the white dress?" Ava met his gaze with a sweet, poisoned smile. She leaned closer, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, dear husband... the white dress felt so terribly unsuitable for a union such as ours. I decided the black was far more honest." The muscles in Dominic’s jaw surged. The anger coming off him was undeniable, a heat that seemed to singe the air between them. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous vibration that only she could hear.

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

The bathroom had expensive products arranged in order. The study room was where I found her. The desk was large and covered in papers that had been there before the accident, exactly as she had left them. Books on the shelves, business and law, but also history, also philosophy. And on the desk, half-hidden under a legal document, a single notebook. I picked it up carefully. It was filled with Vivienne's handwriting. I did not read it all. But I read enough to understand that Vivian Salvatore had been angry.