Revenge Of The Fallen Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Sherlyn, come over and thank Mister Wolf with me! He's our savior and I finally see hope in avenging your parents." The sight of his children and a grandson dying at the hands of the Scarlet Thief replayed in his head and tears welled in his eyes as he mourn his family; his resentment for the Scarlet Thief deepened with each day that passed and he desperately wished to tear the Scarlet Thief apart to avenge his family.

Her moans fuel. Her blue orbs peered into mine, peering past the hate, tearing down every piece of hatred I had for her. Breaking those bridges. I hate to say this, but I feel vulnerable...Open and bare right before her gaze. What special charm was she using, because it's fucking working on me. I'm falling. It must be from her pheromones of gene because the fuck... Was this how my bastard of a father felt? Was this the fucking way he felt for Linda Cooer that made him abandoned his family? Was history repeating itself... The difference right now is the fact that she's my wife. Mine. But it doesn't change the fact that she's my tool for revenge. It doesn't change the fact that I'm not suppose

I hired the best wedding planner in the country paying them the double fees just to arrange everything according to her wishes so I could see her billion dollar smile that used to give me the heavenly contentment. Only if I had the slightest idea of how ugly and sinister she was from inside.She pretended to love me while her lover was someone else. She could had told me before everything happened.I would had taken it positively though it pained me the same but now I feel anger,betrayed,lost and heartbroken.It is a deadly combination I know but I am now adamant to take my revenge on the next traitor,my wife,her sister who grabbed the opportunity to sink her claws on my wealth and the title of

I said coldly, “you start to think everyone around you is just as rotten as you are.” He laughed. “As I said, from the very first moment I saw you, I saw it. There’s nothing worse than a vindictive woman. And that’s what you are. That’s what you became.” His gaze darkened. “And for ten years, it was fine… until you decided to kill my son.” I blinked once. “Excuse me?” I said slowly. “Kill your son?” My voice dropped, sharp and controlled. “Your son shot my husband, which later led to him being shot. I didn’t fire the shot. I didn’t invite him to the wedding. And I didn’t tell him to shoot anyone.”

Lovato would always remember the love he shared with his wife… their fiery and bloody love so beautiful that would be replayed for many years, then eventually down the timeline (but in a different way! While the rebelling mafia goons had been vanquished, the death of the Ruiz's family madam, Marisa had stained the victory that was to be celebrated. Slowly, the darkness in the city eventually dispersed and a sense of melancholy settled in. Lovato wiped his tears as clenched his teeth in a burning rage… "Whoever you're, I will get my revenge…. Even if I go down with you!" He roared into the stiff atmosphere, knowing that his wife's killer would still be around somewhere in the dark night.

"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.

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

She silently yet firmly spoke the word while staring directly into his eyes. “I came back to take my revenge, Rayan. I'm here to destroy you and your so-called family. I'm here to make every single one of you pay what you guys owe me. My father, my child, and my life. I came back to collect my debts, Mr. Rayan Allen.” Anthea’s blue eyes glinted under the moonlight, reflecting her underlying desire for revenge as she calmly yet boldly informed him of her motive without any fear. She wasn't someone who would cower down in front of her enemy. Even if the enemy happened to be her ex-husband for whom her heart still raced.

The moment he killed my mother, taking from me the one and only person who ever mattered, I’ve been plotting his downfall. It wasn’t until Lilian Vance’s funeral that I knew exactly how I was going to get my revenge. Vance fell off the wagon after his wife’s death, his gambling problem multiplying into the millions. He thought he had time to pay his debts, he was comfortable and being comfortable left you vulnerable. He didn’t have shit now—nothing but her. Now, I finally have her, my prize. My Serena. A dark raven-haired beauty that would soon become my wife. As if she can hear me thinking her name, she shoves at my arm, her nails sinking into the flesh as she struggles to get away from me.