Revenge Of A Wife Novels & Stories

“Yes, many say the same when they want to cut off their husband’s tiny dick for cheating.” “I would say that’s justice.” She chuckled, nodding. “I would too.” “What does it do?” I inquired. “Give it to her and find out.” “Will I regret giving it to her? Will it taint my soul?” “Are you not willing to have it tainted? I see such anger inside you, Your Highness. Such a need for revenge. Are you not willing to go all the way? Your husband is out there fighting while the king is safely behind his walls, sending his own brother to die,” she said, fueling the fire within me. “And now you’re all alone, surrounded by enemies.”

Leon raised his foot, aimed it toward Brody's other leg, and felt the sweet taste of revenge in his heart! "Leon, stop! How dare you hurt my husband! I'll take you on myself!" Marilyn roared like a madwoman and charged aggressively toward Leon. Leon reacted quickly and slapped Marilyn hard on the face, knocking her to the ground.

“I deliberately approached and married you and entered your family. My goal is only one, to avenge what has haunted me since childhood. I'll tell you the truth, from the beginning I didn't even love you, I never even considered you in my life. You were just a tool that I used as a medium for my revenge on your family. You have to understand why I'm doing this to you.” Alexander exhaled then he smiled slyly. “You're a good woman but unfortunately your family isn't. You're also a smart woman but then again your family are different people and I really hate them. Since you probably already know all my plans, I won't stop it. This is the purpose of my life, to avenge my parents on the people who

“Whatever it is, it’s not worth dying for.” Sophia choked back a bitter laugh, the weight of her emotions crashing over her. Not worth it? She had been humiliated in front of everyone she knew, betrayed by the man she was supposed to marry, and now, her entire life felt like a dark, twisted joke. She didn’t want his sympathy. She didn’t want his pity. With a surge of anger, she shoved him away, her fists pounding against his chest. “I didn’t ask for your help!” she screamed, her voice raw and broken. “I wanted it to end! I wanted it all to stop!”

he says reticently. Well, that certainly explains the levels he’s gone to, to find everything in and on this man. He’s a man seeking revenge and justice for his wife. I can understand that. Revenge is the number one motivator in this business, so this is hardly a revelation, but it does answer some of my questions. “My condolences on your loss,” I say politely.

Another one of my excuse gets ruled out by him. We were a normal family. “ When she couldn’t take her own revenge…she left it upon her husband’s shoulders to take her revenge. She told him all about us, about her, about the powers, about the girl growing inside her. ” Wolf resumes. I don’t need to ask how she could trust a human with her revenge…My father was a general — a powerful man.

"You're twisting this. Making yourself the victim. You're not. You murdered people. Kidnapped children. Destroyed lives. That's fact. Not bias." "And you think your hands are clean? You think testifying against Julian was noble? Heroic? It was revenge. Pure revenge. For your childhood. For your mother. For everything. You wanted him to suffer. To pay. To hurt. Just like I want you to suffer now. We're the same." "We're nothing alike." Catherine laughed. "Keep telling yourself that. But deep down, you know the truth. You're not fighting for justice. You're fighting for vengeance. For control. For the power to hurt the people who hurt you. That's human. That's real. But it's not heroic."

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

She barked from behind him, huffing and stomping her way to a couch to sit. The anger in his eyes faded off and there was only disgust in there. Still, his voice was gentle when he said, “You pushed her, Ari. It was your fault she hit you. If you'd said nothing in retaliation, I'm sure she wouldn't have. After all, there's no beating the allegations of what you've done with Gabriel.” I stared at this man I called my husband and wondered what was going through his head in that moment. As always, he would support his mother even if evidences proved she was in the wrong.

"Not with emotion. The sweetest revenge is the one planned perfectly—cold, calculated, devastating." He stood beside Serena, looking at the photo of Tristan and Sienna on the laptop screen. "Let them enjoy their luxury life for now," he said in an utterly calm but threatening voice. "Let them feel safe. Let them think they’ve won. Because the higher they climb, the harder they’ll fall." He looked at Serena with an intense gaze. "And you—as Serena Blackwood Aldrich, wife of one of the most powerful CEOs in New York—will be the one to push them down. Slowly. Painfully. Until they have nothing left."