Novel & Cerita Revenge Of A Wife

“Revenge.” ‎

"Have you thought about her? Your wife. The woman who has everything to gain if this comes to light. She could be doing this to destroy you, to take the company." "Vivienne wouldn't do this." "Wouldn't she? The woman who built a facade of a perfect family while you two slept in separate rooms? She wouldn't do this?" "She's not stupid. If she wanted to destroy me, she would have done it already. And she likes money, power. Risking everything for revenge isn't her style." "You're defending her." "I'm being logical." "Logical?" I stood up, my bare feet sinking into the carpet. "You're defending your wife to your mistress. Is that what's happening here? The husband talking to the other woman and

“Thought you were sober, mom. Looks like you aren’t.” “With an attitude like yours, it’s no wonder you took someone else’s wife. We all have our vices, you hypocrite!” She shouts. “Lusting after another man’s wife—” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “–Heart too guarded to love, and even harder to forgive–” “Stop it,” I spit through clenched teeth. “–The need for revenge running thick through your veins—”

"My vendetta against the Vaughns dies with my father's generation. You and I build something new. Something better." "Agreed. No more blood between our families." They shake hands one final time. The gesture feels significant. Historic even. Two families that should be enemies becoming allies. "Your wife was right," Lorenzo says. "Revenge is empty. But saving my sister? That's full. That's complete. That's worth everything." And it is. The rescue of eighteen women. The destruction of a trafficking organization. The recovery of Sofia Castellano. Worth more than any war. Any vendetta. Any amount of revenge.

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

“You here to ask what your wife looks like when she’s screaming my name?” Billy didn’t answer. He lunged. The first punch caught Luis by surprise, sending him sprawling into a wall of mirrors. The next one met resistance—Luis was stronger than he looked. The two men tangled, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing through the empty space. “You think this is about jealousy?” Billy growled, slamming Luis into a locker. “You destroyed my marriage!” Luis laughed, blood on his lips. “Your marriage was already broken, Jackson. Maybe if you weren’t such a cold bastard, she wouldn’t have needed me to make her feel alive. Face it—you bored her.”

“Darling, I’m simply asking the maid to do her job—” “She’s not the maid anymore.” Jake’s green eyes were cold. “She’s my wife. Clause 7 of Dad’s will remember” Hailey who had managed to hold a glass of water, choked on it. Rebecca went pale as he mouth opened and closed. “You humiliate her again, Mom, and you lose everything. Spousal benefits, the Manhattan apartment, the allowance. All of it gets redistributed.” I gulped hard, panting and sweating because everything felt surreal.