Revenge Of A Wife Novels & Stories

Jorge's grin drops instantly—his expression twisting into something dark and unhinged as Aiden's words echo through the phone. “What do I want? Revenge.You took my wife from me, Aiden. You gunned her down like she was nothing. So now… I take yours.And trust me… she’ll suffer so much worse than a quick bullet.Come find us, bastard. Let’s see how protective you really are when your little doll is screaming for you.” Aiden:-“I didn’t kill your damn wife okay? I didn’t fucking kill her. Just leave her please”.

“No, don't say that. You’re going to be fine, I promise.” “I don’t think I ever want to be fine, Elena. I’m tired. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of being the wife of my husband.” She replied, completely frustrated and hopeless. I leaned in. “Then fight. Fight and make sure you stay alive to deal with your husband accordingly. That is the best revenge you can ever have against him because if you die now, you would’ve suffered for nothing.” She sighed. “Oh, Elena, how in the hell do I begin to do that?”

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

She said. “She threatened you before it happened.” “She also enjoys provoking people.” “That does not make her harmless.” I retorted. Silence settled briefly between us. I cleaned the wound carefully while she stared toward the fireplace, avoiding my eyes now. “You defended me at breakfast,” she said softly after a moment. The words made my hand pause briefly against her skin. “She insulted my wife at my table.” Something unreadable crossed her expression at the word wife, but I couldn’t place what it was.

“Do you hear me? I will not let you throw me out like trash so you can have your wh*re raise my daughter, when you have no tangible reason. “No reason.” “No reason.” She fired. “You have no reason to divorce me. I have been a devoted wife to you since we got married. I have never cheated on you. I tolerated the insult of you having a wh*re.” “But you hit our staff.” He yelled back, finally losing it. “How could you do that to a young girl, especially one that is so good to our daughter she thinks that is her mother?” “You will not insult me in the presence of your family.” She yelled, shaking her head. And Blaine became aware that his family was here now and watching him.

She would always remember the advice of the late Hana, that the status of a legal wife was higher than that of a mistress and must be maintained. * The first day back at the office after a week off following Hana's death. Angelina was kicked out of the director's office by Moreen. She told Angelina to take the farthest room, the secretary's office. Moreen wanted revenge for what she had gone through. Meanwhile, Axton always agreed with Moreen's wishes; his love for the seductive woman grew even stronger when he found out she was pregnant with their first child. At the office, Moreen wasn't working as usual. She was just accompanying her boyfriend. She didn't want to lose him again, afraid th

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

She knew Shirley want the best for her but right now, her best lies in her vengeance and only her marriage with Vincenzo would quench that burning desire. "Do not worry. I am very sure of this now more than ever," She said with a firm tone and then took a deep breath. Her mind flashed back to the call she received earlier. How dare those cheaters treat her like trash! She was going to make sure they regret every little thing they did to her. She was going to avenge her child that was killed! "You weren't sure of it before and then you signed it?" Shirley questioned, confused at her words. Ariana ignored her inquiries and then changed the topic, immediately.

I ran my hand through my hair and over my face, trying to suppress the tension building in me. Who would have thought I’d ever hear something like that? Even though I wanted to hurt Noah, to destroy everything he had built, I couldn’t believe that because Mr jade gave me the sex tape of my so-called husband, he now thought he had the right to tell me he was willing to help me kill Noah. Even though a part of me wanted to, even though somewhere deep inside, I believed that injuring him might be the best revenge I could serve him. I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands together with a clap. “Thank you for helping me,” I said softly, then continued, “But you can take your mind off it now.

“I know you’re thinking who my husband is. My husband is Gray Moore. I told you before that I would do anything to avenge my child. Yes, I am here to do that. I am asking you to hurt Aerah for the sake of my revenge. And yes, Landon. I am in the process of doing the same thing to Gray…” He might ask me why I was doing this only to Aerah when Gray was supposed to be the one who deserved to be punished more among them. I had plans on what should I do to Gray, but I needed to be careful with my actions as he was the smartest among all of them. He was being nice to me, yes, but that did not mean that he wasn’t suspicious, too. I felt like he was just watching me or waiting for me to make a mista