Revenge Of The Empress Novels & Stories

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

ROY What have I done? I am sorry, Garnet… but then again. ‘Why did those eyes I began to worship had guilt in them? It was the most beautiful intercourse of my life and to my dismay… she was ashamed of it,’ So I did what I considered right- I broke her heart. I never let any of my girls to even disturb me during my work and I did this with my personal assistant; the woman I wanted revenge from. The woman who managed to hurt me in a delicate way.

As I had done with William, I sent my message to Theodore: "I will take revenge and destroy this empire, stone by stone. No matter what. Shock took over his expression. I saw him whisper something to the emperor, who signaled with his hand to proceed with the execution. "People of the empire of Arventia! Today is a sad day. It has come to our attention that the first princess, Camellia Arventia, is a heretic! She claimed to be a faithful believer, but she was deceiving us. The goddess Eonora is happy to see the success of her people, but we need to do justice and punish the heretics. May Eonora bless you all!" The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forci

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

She said, "No wonder she acts so high and mighty! Turns out she's got a man on the side!" Smack! My father's hand struck Emily across the face, silencing her instantly. "It was because of you! If I hadn't arrived in time, my daughter would've been dead because of you!" he roared. Emily clutched her burning red cheek in disbelief. "How dare you hit me! Do you even know who my brother is?!" Thomas stepped forward, standing in front of Emily. "Get out, or I'm calling the police," he threatened. My father, his anger boiling over, shouted, "I must've been blind to agree to Serena marrying into this family of parasites!"

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

“The world you left is waiting to swallow you whole. Are you ready to fight?” Her gaze met his, fierce and unyielding. “I’m not just ready. I’m hungry.” The hunger wasn’t just for revenge—it was for control, for power reclaimed, for justice writ in fire. As they disappeared into the shadows of Aurum Heights, Adrielle knew that every move from here on out would be calculated, every step a battle in a war she intended to win. This wasn’t survival. This was obliteration.

But there is one thing I know. I want revenge. On the stage, my eyes went sharp as I walked towards him, his hands reaching for mine. I took it with caution and was never surprised at all when he pulled me towards him, putting his hands around my small waist, kneading the soft skin that was exposed from the fabric, and giving me chills all over my body. The electrifying sensation was so pleasant to my skin that it made me gasp sharply as he leaned closer, down to look into my eyes. His eyes were burning with so much passion that it made me look down at his supple lips and his throat moved up and down, suppressing himself to kiss me in front of all people that is witnessing how the new Empero