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Just like her family had said many years ago, she was indeed stupid to have trusted Finn Smith's goodness for it was bad. Really, Finn! She thought to herself. She had really been too naive to trust him. "Those who are pitiful are spiteful!" She recalled her grandfather saying. She glanced at the documents, and muttered, "I would sign them, not out of defeat, but as a symbol of my determination to rebuild my life and seek revenge for all my misfortunes. Kayla had awakened a sleeping lioness and she shouldn't be scared to face the consequences that came with her actions.

“Yes, a woman I married because of her father's money amd influence. I divorced her when she began to bore me. Thankfully, she hadn't given me any children. The woman in my room now is her sister. I don't have any excuse to throw her out yet" Emile stared at me in horror. “I never said I was a good man, Emile". I said. She looked away. Her expression said it all. She thought I was. Even though I had a woman she thought was my wife and I wanted to sleep with her she thought I was still good. Oddly, I hated her disappointmemt. I felt like reasurring her of my non existent good nature. I nuzzled her neck instead. “Maybe I'm reaping the results for all my bad behaviour". **

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

“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

His self-loathing was overwhelming for the feat he had done. "Forgive me, Harah. I promise I'll get you back. I'm not a woman anymore. Aryah is the last," Shawn replied pleadingly. Harah was even more hurt by what she heard. Because it turns out that Aryah is not the only woman his wife has.

Now that I know that Matteo will marry me only for my power and then body shame me and neglect me through out our marriage and then fuck my best friend behind my back, he is never getting his filthy hands on my influence. Raffaele is my target now. I will use him and use the entire Moretti family until they are all at my feet begging for mercy. Each one of them will pay. Starting with Nicoló and Bianca Moretti. That witch and her husband made my life a living hell. They will pay with everything they have. And then I'll deal with Matteo and Valentina specially. They'll regret ever crossing me. Raffaele will just be a bonus. A price for ruining his family.

“I went to meet someone who had information about the man who has my wife. Turns out they want revenge against the man who has her.” “You want your wife back” I could see the fear in her eyes. “She is my wife, of course I want her back. I should never have tried to kill her and replace her. I know that now. She was so strong, she would hold in her screams of pain. The only thing was her tears, she could never hold them in. God her silent tears always got me rock hard.” I stalked over to her and forced her on to her hands and knees. I attached the shackles so that she could not move, her arse looked so hot stuck in the air. I slowly removed my pants and crawled up the bed until I was right be

he said, “When I first met your mother, it was at a party. I admit I fell in love with your mother the first time I saw her. We both had families. When Mikeal found out, he told me he didn't mind that I was having an affair with her. He even supported us being together. It didn't take long for her and me to fall in love. She had repeatedly threatened me with death to ask me to divorce my wife. Although I had thought about it, I was afraid that my wife wouldn't be able to handle the shock because she was sick at the time, so I refused her request. Then I was sent to Afghanistan to fight in the war, and when I came back, she had severed ties with me. Eva, many things are not what you think. Ab

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

Vivian's voice trembled on the other end. "It's Ophelia... she's back." My heart skipped a beat, but I forced my voice to stay calm. "What do you mean, back?" "Dad, Ophelia is back. She's a major shareholder now," Vivian continued, her voice shaking. "She's coming for the company, Dad, for Ryan. I don't know what to do.” Of course. Of course, she found a way back in. “Calm down,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though I could feel the rage boiling inside me. “Come home, Vivian. Nothing’s going to happen to your marriage. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to Ryan.”