Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

Henry explained truthfully. "Join him? I'm not interested in that!" Chandler shook his head and turned him down without a moment's hesitation. All his loved ones died at the hands of the cruel Scarlet Thief, leaving him the only survivor. All these years, he spent lonesome days planning the perfect revenge, intending to avenge his family's deaths! This was the only thing keeping him alive, and now that he was yet to carry out his perfect revenge, he had no time to dally in nonsense like this!

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Tania nodded and was about to leave. As she passed Martha, Tania stopped as her hand was held by Martha. "Clean the sperm off your face; it's disgusting!" she whispered with a smirk. Damian moved forward to approach Martha, but she moved backward, distancing herself from Damian. "From now on... we are no longer husband and wife." "Huh? Martha, don't joke!" "No one is joking. Sign this document, and I won't report you to the police." Damian frowned. "I haven't committed any criminal act. Why would you report me?"

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

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.

“I want to destroy you. And your entire fucking family. I want every single one of you to pay for what you did.” I clenched my fists under the table. “So that’s what this is about? Revenge?” Ryan’s eyes darkened. “Revenge doesn't even begin to cover it.” There were a few seconds of silence between us, and then he spoke again, leaning back into his seat. “You know, I had a plan. A whole big ass plan that was going to start with me getting your beloved fiance to leave you.” My blood ran cold. “What?” His eyes met mine, and he smiled at me, continuing like I had just said something. “But then, I found out that she’s not even a saint.” He started to laugh. Full-on laugh, for over a minute.

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

“I think this is a perfect retribution to a family who tried to destroy yours. “I'll proudly stand beside you to tear this house down.” She saw the smile edge on his lips before a wife one took over his entire face. “What?” “I don't think it's possible after all we've done in the past eight hours, but your words make me horny again.” She slapped his chest, as he laughed and pulled her in for a hug. “I'm glad you came to find Laila, last week in the restaurant. I don't know where this is going but at the very least, I am glad for both our sake, we both get to feel justice for the shit we've been through.”

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

“How? Were you unhappy? Was Judas husband treating you horribly or something? You have to tell me.” “He wasn’t. He was perfect until he wasn’t.” What does that even mean? That sounded so ominous. My stomach fell. I knew it, it was the husband and if I get my hands on him and his probably skinny and shitty ass, I will squeeze the life out of him. I run his hands through an electric slicer and his balls. I will make sure to kill him painfully. I will roll in his pathetic blood and laugh for centuries. People really got on my nerves honestly. What did he do to the poor guy now?