روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Of A Wife

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

“Oh, so you got the happy news. Actually, I was feeling lonely. Sila was great but we want to have another person from your family and who could be better than your beloved wife? You killed my two children. So it was only fair that I snatched two of your family members. Two of your beloved family members, Vladimir!” A hot boiling rage filled his veins. Vladimir burned in the fire of Revenge. “I am going to rip your body apart, you bastard, if you touch a single hair of my wife or sister's head I will give you worse death than I gave to your children. You will suffer in the fires of hell Diego. Don't even think about hurting my wife or sister!” Vladimir sneered.

Shweta’s eyes travelled to his wrist where she has held him and she immediately left his hand as if she would get burned if she touched him. She walked up to him, her toes almost touching his and her head reached up to his chest. Lifting her head, her bloodshot eyes met his, “You can never avenge your wife’s death. Your revenge is bound to remain unfinished.” The hurt she was feeling, she wanted him to feel at least one percent of it. And she knew she did hurt him with that one single sentence. It was visible like day light with the way his body turned rigid.

“It's done. Have you found out everything about the enterprises I sent you? Good! very good. keep me posted about the next updates” she said after pressing the answer button. While she was on the call, Erica took out time to study her facial expressions, and she couldn't help but feel pity for the lean figure in front of her. The woman had a sad expression hidden under the disguise of her makeup – Her eyes were filled with undiluted anger and hatred. each step she took was only aimed at one thing–Revenge. Although the woman has the entire city in her palm – she has lost herself to the rhythm of the world a month time ago, and now she's decided not to have the world trample upon her anymore.

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

"It's all your fault. That Habbab is about to die is your fault, do you hear me? I'm going to make you pay." "My fault?" I stand up to face that crazy woman. "You were the ones who came into my life through lies and tares. I never asked for that man to marry me and then leave me. None of this is my fault, and all this time you knew the truth and didn't say a word. You are a coward." "You don't know anything about cowardice, you don't know who I am and what I've had to suffer since Habbab started this whole revenge thing. You married my..."

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

She did not think that someone like her who was confused by men would baste Loid as if she had ice poured on her head. She was embarrassed by her employer. Suddenly, her memory came back. Every time she remembered what he did to his employer, he was ashamed to face it. Because she drank alcohol before she said that, that's why she does not know what to do anymore and it looks like he will present it to his employer. Because of that, she felt insulted and angry. She said to herself that everything was not over yet. She won't stop until she gets revenge. She will only be happy when Loid's family is destroyed.

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”

she sneered with expression flat as said it. While the woman's husband was silent, he didn't know what to do now when his wife rejected her parents. Maybe the woman is like applying revenge, according to what people have done in her childhood that made Reya grow into a human being who has a vengeful character and is difficult to forgive.