Novel & Cerita Revenge On The "perfect" Husband

3 bare women enjoyed their night with Luis Park. 1 day later. A man who looked pale opened his eyes while lying. "This is not harem!"He grumbled. He can still feel the pain. Of course, he didn't enjoy it. His dominant attitude didn't show up. 'Nayna...I will take my revenge to you too. How come you do this to me! As your husband, you need to ask my consent first.' He thought. Yet the wife he called is blushing, glowing in pink. 'I'm sorry.' She thought.

My vision darkens instantly. Rage takes over before I can even think. I raise my gun And fire. The bullet hits his leg. He screams. I don’t stop. Another shot on his other leg. He collapses. He turns toward me, shock spreading across his face. His eyes widen as recognition hits. “You…” I step forward, my voice cold and deadly. “You dare touch my wife?” i barked .

I hissed but his smile grew. "I'm not smiling." "Yes you are!." He swallowed a laugh. "You walked in here tonight to hire a man to sleep with you because you were angry and hurt and you wanted to feel something. That's still in there. But underneath it there's something else entirely, and it's a lot more interesting." He leaned forward slightly. "You're not just wounded. You're already taking your revenge." "I told you I wanted money for that revenge." "I know. I'm saying I like your new attitude." He said it simply, like a fact. "It's a better look on you than crying, for what it's worth."

Meanwhile, the phone kept ringing, and Matthew was still shocked over what had just happened. It was either that or guilt had consumed him over his carelessness. Nonetheless, he followed me out and watched Ava’s bloodied lips with a panicked expression, trying to console her. I trembled as I carefully pressed the tissues to Ava’s lips, comforting her by kissing her forehead repeatedly. An inexplicable pain surged through my body. I never expected the man I had always considered a perfect husband and great father to become so infatuated with another woman that he would forget his daughter. Ava was so young, yet she became a casualty of our failing marriage. I couldn’t take it anymore and shou

Megan said as calmly as she could, refusing to be riled up by her irritating presence. "Move out of your way? Where did you take him?" She demanded and seeing that she wasn't getting the reaction that she expected from him, she hissed at her, “He's my husband, remember that, bitch," she spat, her words dripping with bitterness. Then at once, she grabbed Alex's hand and tried to shove him to her side. “Why are you doing this? Can't you see that he's not in the right state for this drama?" Megan asked.

Apparently, during which Asher went through an emotional roller coaster and had to make the decision of his life, he had to make that choice between how he is feeling about her wife at the moment or to focus on his revenge for whatever she did in the past. She silently went to her room and started sobbing, she couldn't help but to recall how happy life she was living before, though she was middle class, she was studying on scholarships, earning for her food but at least she wasn't a slave and now he is not leaving any opportunity to ruin her and she is also keeping mum until she gets fine. She cursed the day when she put ointment on his hand when her friend burnt him with hot coffee. She def

“And I’ll keep pushing the narrative inside the media. The extra strain we will place on him, the better.” Paulina felt the energy of her crew round her, the cohesion they'd constructed within the face of adversity. “Let’s also not forget a counteroffensive. If James wants to play grimy, we need to be organized to hit lower back harder. We can’t let him assume he has the upper hand.” Just then, her cell phone buzzed with a message from an unknown quantity. Hesitating simplest for a second, she opened it, her coronary heart pounding. “You’ve stirred the pot too much, Paulina. I will not allow you to take everything from me.”

"It was so difficult to reach you; there was no choice but to come and get you. I'll ask your husband's permission; I have no intention of taking his wife but want to cooperate with her." "Why do you sound so pushy." "Mrs. Taylor, come out. Do I have to go inside?" "Motherfucker!" Camelia swore and hung up the call unilaterally. She took a comprehensive step and met Felix again in the living room; Camelia approached and touched Felix's hand. "I have to go," she said briefly. "Where?" asked Felix with a confused face. "To get revenge," Camelia murmured almost in a whisper. "Do you want me to take you?" replied Felix, grabbing Elisa's wrist.

But the doubt was louder tonight than it had ever been. Ben Blackwood didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t second-guess, he didn’t hesitate, and he certainly didn’t feel. Every move he made was calculated, cold, methodical. His marriage to Serena had started as just another play in a long game of revenge—revenge against the father who’d tried to ruin him, revenge against the legacy that nearly buried him. Serena was the perfect pawn: beautiful, intelligent, naive in all the ways that mattered. She was a key to unlocking every door that had once been slammed in his face.

“You know why? Because my son was exactly as weak as his mother, and he thought that my hitting her was some form of crime. I did all that to shape him into the perfect man, but he took his mother’s side. And to add insult to injury, he dared fall in love with you.” His tone lowered, but he didn't make a move towards me; not yet, at least. “I found out the early bits hours after she gave up the ghost. My wife didn’t want to waste a moment.” He chuckled crazily again. “So when she suddenly awoke, I knew the universe had given me another way to exact my revenge on her, and her entire fucking stuck-up family of aristocrats.