Novel & Cerita Revenge Novels Romance

Bianca quickly grabbed Xavier's other hand and immediately bit Xavier. "Damn you!" Xavier snapped, pushing Bianca. Luckily Bianca's hand rested on the dressing table, preventing her from falling. Her breath was roaring, still staring intently at Xavier. As if to avenge what she had been feeling all this time, Bianca lunged at Xavier again. Unfortunately, Bianca's leg, which had been shot, felt pain again. The woman accidentally pushed Xavier's body. Make them both fall on the floor with each other.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

Genevieve’s POV: The scent of old books and polished oak wrapped around me like a blanket. I curled into the oversized armchair in the mansion’s library, my fingers resting on the spine of a book I hadn’t touched in hours. It was nearly midnight. Jaxon still wasn’t home. The mansion felt more like a mausoleum than a home—too quiet, too grand, too cold. My eyes darted to the grandfather clock stationed across the room. 1:47 a.m.

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

But none of it mattered — not the wealth, not the influence — because my fire still burned for one thing: *Revenge.* I came for the family who took everything from me. But the man — the coward — had already died. It should’ve ended there. But it didn’t. Because then there was her. Zey. The daughter. Innocent? Maybe. But innocence meant nothing in war. And this was a war. One born in blood, betrayal, and loss. I told myself it was only strategy. That using her was part of the plan. Make them feel what I felt. Strip them of what they loved. Make them suffer the way I suffered.

It was repulsive. "Take care of him and let Romano know that he was useless. He didn't know shit about Diablo" Diablo was the cause of every hatred in my heart. He was the reason why vengeance was embedded so deeply in my every senses. Every gunshot that was ever caused by me,by my fingertips left behind a dream of it being him behind the trigger. "Send in Damien",I growled out Shit is officially about to hit the fan I hear a knock on my office door.

It looked like it came out of a fairy tale, and I couldn't wait to see how he used that room. In all of these, I plot my revenge on Marcus. Having his uncle's babies would not be enough, I had to make Donatello fall hard for me, so I could ruin his life. I knew how much he valued his uncle's advice. Having Donatello's babies would make Marcus sad, making the man who raised him, cared for him and still protects him, the man he practically worshipped like he was a god, fall at my knees? That would crush his soul.

She can let herself be cared for by him, she has to only be careful and build her fences high not to fall for him, and revenge will come later when she has the strength to defeat them. She just has to fool around, play with his emotions and shatter his heart in the end, that is the trick. Romance revenge won't be such a bad idea. "What are you afraid of?" He asked. Good question, "I'm afraid you might break my heart if you regain your memory and find out I am not the girl you loved, you might think I deceived you deliberately" she lied, not a complete lie. He opened his mouth to say another word, but she inserted her finger into his mouth without a second thought. He knew exactly what to do,