Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Fallen Wife

“If you ever betray me behind my back, I won’t just send you back to where you were when we first met…” Her voice remained frighteningly composed. “I’ll take everything from you. I’ll leave you worse off than you started.” Believed to be infertile, exploited, and betrayed by the family of the husband she once cherished, Sabina Quinn finally chooses to stop being the forgiving wife. From the shadows, the true heiress rises to reclaim her assets, her rights, and her dignity—while delivering the most elegant revenge her husband never saw coming.

“My revenge on Marcus is only getting started. He humiliated me in front of the world. I will watch him fall from the height he thought he deserved, and I will do it standing beside the man he could never become.” She didn't care if she was going to be married to a man who was ten times older than her, he did this to her. He made her this cold. The world watched her fall. Now they will watch her rise as Mrs. Damien Voss. It was only a matter of time before he got used to the fact that she was getting married to his dearest daddy.

Walter. Maria gazed at me steadily. "Of course," she said. "You can count on me for that”. She left. I stood alone in the room. The folder was on the desk. I had woken up in this body not only to avenge my death,but also that of Vivian Salvatore. I need to figure out among them who's responsible for all of this without implicating myself or putting myself and the company in harm's way. The accident was not an accident.

What nerves she had now to spurn him, “All right, cut the nonsense. Have you no shame!' Antonio looked at Daphne with a scowl and retracted her hand. Daphne still felt as though he was protecting Barbara and Bethany instead, and flung his hand to the side, "Why should I feel shame, you're the one who got divorced. What?, I can't even talk about it? Antonio, don't you forget, I'm your wife right now” In the store, more and more people began to gather around, and Antonio felt increasingly more embarrassed, "You. You're impossible to deal with. Leave the bag and Jewelry, let's go home”

"I want you to sign divorce papers!" The man angrily threw a document at the woman. "Husband, haven't I been a good wife all this time? I've done everything for you," Senna said with disappointment and anger, staring at her husband. "A good wife? Do you even deserve to say that? Seinna Zhang, you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities properly. What can you offer me now?" Evander Qin laughed. "It's not my fault. I didn't harm him. You both planned this to ruin my reputation and discard me," Senna yelled. "From the start, you and your mistress plotted to secure a place for that illegitimate child."

He looks like a nice person, I noticed that they have two similarities and that man looks like Anthony in quite a way. What are we really going to talk about and what is really going on he still has a friend with him... "So Camilla, I called you out here because you said that you wanted revenge right?" Anthony suddenly said and the friendly atmosphere between the three of us suddenly changed. The atmosphere that took over became dark and heavy. The two men in front of me looked at me seriously. I nodded." That's right I want revenge on my husband." I seriously answered back to him. Anthony and Florence looked at each other.

The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.

"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."

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

"Listen very well because I do not intend to repeat it again, I will never go with you anywhere, before taking your hand and agreeing to what you ask of me I would rather be thrown into boiling oil or buried alive. Even if you beg on your knees or walk miles away like this, I will never leave even around the corner, now go away I don't plan to talk to you anymore, for my part this subject is more than closed." I stand up with my ego shattered, I never imagined that Melek, my tender wife, would do something like this to me, however, I know I deserve it, all her indifference was caused by me, no one else. I should never have trusted my grandmother's stupid plan, I should have found another way