Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

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?"

“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

“It was brutally cruel. Even if it hasn't been with my sister or only been one time and not anything he did for eleven months. I would never go back to him after what he did to me that night. He broke me, he knew it and he didn't care. He reached for her hand and squeezed them between his large ones. “I am sorry for upsetting you. I thought it's best you know. She nodded, I appreciate your honesty, Nichole and I'm grateful. This entire situation is difficult but I'm trying to find a new purpose and new goals. “You know the best revenge is to move on with your life ,” he kissed her fingertips.” “And I am,” she nodded, but sometimes I really want to just stick it up his ass.” She saw the amuse

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.

She swore to God: knowing you have the back of an almighty pugilist to duck behind is the most empowering thing in the world! The corner of Jackson’s lips twitched involuntarily. It was so like his wife to remember every single transgression someone made just so she could make them taste retribution later! When the mother watched her husband’s new pretense as an obsequious yes-man despite them humiliating him, her growing spleen blew up. “Are you people bloody nuts? My son is the one who’s the victim, yet you’re asking us to say sorry and repay you?! And to touch my husband with that dirty han—”

“I don’t know, I can’t even understand him too. I mean, w-we just made love to each other and now, it’s as if nothing really happened between us. I don’t know, I don’t want to see his face after what he has told me.” “That’s right, Sophie. Make him regret what he has done to you. He likes that bitch more than you? Then prove to him that it’s his loss, not yours! You’re far beautiful than that bitchy snake!” I took a deep breath. “What do you think should I do, Sab?” “You should have your revenge!” “R-Revenge?” “Uh-huh! Make your husband jealous!” I shook my head. “B-But, how can I even do that?”

"I'm sorry wife but you're an Ildefonso's woman now. I am your husband and I will not let anyone threaten you. There's no way I will let it pass" He wants to get even. He wants revenge on the behalf of me but little did he know that the reason why I insist of marrying him was because I want revenge to. I want to get even to his father who killed my parents mercilessly. His father who attempted to end the life of a ten years old kid.

Elena drew a deep breath before she gathered the courage to walk into the room. She pushed the door open with a sudden, fierce motion, the wood crashing against the wall with a loud bang. Her husband's eyes went wide, his mother dropping open in a wide shock. The mistress's arm flashed across her chest, her hands grasping for the sheet. Elena's face reddened, by her left-hand side was the champagne she held tight. She sprinted towards the bed with champagne ready to smash it on the mistress's head. But before she could do that her husband lunged forward, his arms wrapping around her.