Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Fallen Wife

I had to at least fight for it, even if it made me look desperate. “Lauren, get out of my way,” he said, his voice lower, colder. “No,” I snapped, standing my ground even as my knees trembled beneath me. “You haven’t done what I asked you to do.” His jaw clenched. “I’m not going to repeat myself again.” “Really? So now you want to hit me?” I said, eyes narrowing. “Is it because of another woman that you’re ready to beat your wife?” I thought maybe the question would wake him up. That it would make him realize just how far he had fallen. I thought he’d be appalled at the idea, maybe ashamed. But instead… he acted.

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”

He didn’t even bother to move away from her. “Cams,” Isabella said softly while pretending to be surprised. I couldn’t find the words to confront her. My throat was tight and my voice strangled by the betrayal that suffocated me. All I could do was stare at Gabriel and it was enough to break my heart into a million pieces. “How long?” I finally managed to choke out the question in a trembling voice. “Since when have you fucked my husband, Isa?” I demanded to know and she flinched at my inquiry.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

You should never go back to our family. "I am the wife and family, not you! And I'm the only woman who is destined for her, not you! " I screamed, and I approached him and grabbed the gun and stoned where If you are brave enough to fight fair, you can't get it because you just want to let him choose where he wants to be with you. Even if you force me or even kill me now, if you don't choose him, you can't do anything. If he doesn't love you, you can't do anything! " My cry grew louder and pushed her down. She fell

Larisa was trapped between her burning desire for revenge and the shattered remnants of her dignity. All for Gaby… my daughter. Natasya… you must die.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

the priest continued, handing Finn a small booklet. “I, Finn Caruso, take you, Maisie Anderson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow,” he said, smiling. I kept the same smile and repeated the same words—words that sealed the beginning of my revenge. The property Finn had manipulated me for, the one he craved so desperately—he would never get it. He might see it, but he would never have it. I’d make sure of that.

Even now every time my fingers brushed her soft skin, every hitch of her breath cracked through my armor like stone pelting a glass window until cracks formed. And every time it fucking hurt. Somehow, even how it had begun, my journey of revenge, I have ended up taking care of my wife that I claimed to hate more times than I should have. As I began to wipe her down, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. Not that I was capable of looking anywhere else when I parted her legs to clean her. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, Lachlan’s come still leaking out of her. My throat tightened at the view and my spent cock hardened again like I hadn't just come inside her a few minutes ago.

I stride over, barely containing my bubbling rage. She laughs, a sharp, cutting sound. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart. I’m simply reclaiming what’s mine.” A firm slap hit her face, sending her gracelessly. “What’s yours?” I snap. “You're just the other woman. You abandoned Vince all those years ago, and now you shamelessly interfere in his marriage. All you do is steal from me—steal my husband, my achievements. A thief!” Darci’s beautiful face twisted up and she began to scream. Vince suddenly opened the door and rushed towards us angrily.