Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Fallen Wife

Katherine's POV If anyone had told me that one day, I'd be betrayed and replaced by my own husband. I would have fought them in his defense, probably beat them up to a pup, because I loved my husband so much and I trusted him with all my heart. I loved him enough to settle down as a housewife, allowed for a surrogate mother because I couldn't bear his heir. I did whatever he told me to do because I was his wife and I loved him dearly. I went as far as shutting out my family from my life because they thought Reynold was a nobody and they didn't want us together.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

She knew Shirley want the best for her but right now, her best lies in her vengeance and only her marriage with Vincenzo would quench that burning desire. "Do not worry. I am very sure of this now more than ever," She said with a firm tone and then took a deep breath. Her mind flashed back to the call she received earlier. How dare those cheaters treat her like trash! She was going to make sure they regret every little thing they did to her. She was going to avenge her child that was killed! "You weren't sure of it before and then you signed it?" Shirley questioned, confused at her words. Ariana ignored her inquiries and then changed the topic, immediately.

MARCUS I trembled with fury as I watched my wife in such a state. The sight of her, broken and trembling, filled me with a rage that burned so intensely, I could barely contain it. The urge to scream, to shout, to lash out at everything and everyone was overwhelming. I wanted to destroy everything, everything that had ever allowed this to happen to her. The world, my world, felt like it was collapsing around me. My heart shattered, a thousand pieces falling away as I realized the depth of what had been done to her. That man, that monster, had done something unforgivable, something that should never happen to any person, let alone someone as good, as pure, as Olivia.

I asked him, I have been looking for a possible means to change the topic the moment he came back and bombarded me with his questions. He nodded, obviously, he was not in the mood to have a chitchat, I, myself, was not in the mood for his questions. My birth date was rushing to show its face and for the first time, I realized I want to thank Ethan for what he has done for me, in a very small but classy way. What did he do for me? I asked myself at one point. Alot! I told my instincts, the fact that we have a contracted marriage did not mean he hasn't helped me in any way. Ethan helped me in covering the shame ever since the failed wedding between myself and Luke, this same man is helping wit

And in this one, she tried to have my tendons cut. For a sister like that, I felt no pity. I wanted her to feel the same slow, suffocating despair I had known. I wanted her to know what it was to be utterly discarded. I turned to leave, but before I took a second step, the two women behind me erupted into a vicious catfight. "Celeste, you homewrecking tramp! If you hadn't thrown yourself at my son, he never would have treated Vivian so badly! She never would have left! You've ruined my family's future! This is all your fault!!"

"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

I had been called useless so many times that at this point, it didn't even hurt anymore. But watching her, Isabella, the girl I saved from two men who wanted to rape her. I gave her money for tuition. Even when Adrian got angry with her, I tried to settle their fight. Was that just a pretence? Was that all I was to her? Useless. But I didn't care about that. I shook my head. I stepped toward Adrian,my body trembling. “Tell me, this was a mistake… Tell me, you are sorry.” "Oh darling, I am not sorry,” he said. My face paled. "I’ve repaid you for everything that you owe me… Isabella is worth ten times of you”

"It was always abuse. I just couldn't see it." "Or you're lying?" "Objection!" Jennifer's voice sharp. "Sustained." Schaffer leaned on the witness box. "Ms. Winters, isn't it true that you're angry Flynn chose Sienna first? That this is revenge?" "No." "You're not angry?" "I'm angry he drugged me. I'm angry he used me. I'm angry he's responsible for Gloria's death. But this isn't revenge. This is justice." "Sounds like revenge to me."

Ariana's POV I was just getting started. The same way they were shocked about my return, that was how my next move was going to throw them off balance. The plan is simple. Get Isabella and break her against her will. Then, I will fold my hands and watch her carefully constructed empire fall apart. It sounded so easy as I thought of it but nothing about this felt simple to execute. Despite the revenge I was planning against these folks, the memories of Zayde and everything we had kept haunting me like a ghost when I least expected it.