Novel & Cerita Revenge Planned For Ten Years

The first time I found out that Jessica Blake was cheating on me was in our own bedroom. I was young and hot-headed, and I wanted a divorce on the spot. She cried and said she'd gotten drunk and mistaken the guy for me. She fell to her knees, begging me to forgive her. "If you divorce me, I'll jump from this window right now." That one line softened my heart for the next five years. During those years, she was gentle and caring, as if that night had never happened. Everyone could see it—Jessica loved me so much she was willing to die for me. But then came her mother's 60th birthday party. Out of nowhere, my mother-in-law, Linda, asked her, "Jess, where's my grandson? Why didn't he come?" I was confused. I thought she was just having a moment, so I smiled and said, "Mom, you forgot—Jess's due date is still two months away." Linda glanced at me calmly and murmured, "Oh… so you still don't know." My heart sank. I looked over at Jessica instinctively. She quietly put down her fork, as if she were talking about something as ordinary as the weather. "Actually, I have a son. He's five years old."

On the fifth anniversary of Rebecca Perry's marriage to Vance Bradford, his first love returned to the country. That night, she caught him in the bathroom, murmuring Catherine's name as he pleasured himself. That was why, for five years, he had never touched her. "Catherine is back; she's all alone. I'm just helping her as a friend." "I understand." "I promised her I'd accompany her to the island for her birthday. I'm just fulfilling it." "Okay." "This banquet requires a capable companion, and Catherine is more suitable than you." "Okay, go ahead." When she stopped getting angry, stopped shedding tears, and stopped making a fuss, he grew puzzled. "Rebecca, why aren't you angry?" Of course, she wasn't angry anymore—because she was preparing to leave. Weary of this stagnant marriage, she had secretly learned a foreign language, taken the proficiency exam, and applied to study abroad. The day her visa was approved, she presented him with the divorce agreement. Vance froze. "No joke. How are you gonna survive without me?" Rebecca turned away, bought a plane ticket, and flew to the European continent, vanishing without a trace. The next time he saw news of her was in a viral video. Dressed in a flowing red gown, she danced against a foreign sky, igniting the internet with her performance. He gritted his teeth. "Rebecca, no matter where you hide, I will find you and bring you back!"

Hyden Lester, a young and handsome CEO who recently took over the family business, has now chosen to marry a woman who is the only child of his parents' best friend. Lester had to take a bitter pill when he realized that Angel, his future wife, didn't love him. Marriage with one-sided love has an unpleasant beginning. Unlike most newlyweds, differences in opinian and problems in him household did not make Lester hate Angel. He keeps trying to get love from his wife. When Angel's heart began to melt, her hatred slowly faded and tried to love Lester. A big reality made her crash, the sense of trust she had just awakened suddenly shattered to pieces. "So, this is your goal?" Lester narrowed his lips. "Yes. Revenge."

I took my last breath when his hatred for had reached it's peak. I chose to take my own life, when I could no longer bear the wait of his hatred When my ashes was handed to Leo, my mate, he smiled and patted it. He was pleased I had finally died. “Filthy thing. She should’ve died a death more painful than this,” he said as he tipped the urn sending it crashing to the ground. He believed I had killed his first love. Despite all our years together, he was waiting for this moment to get his revenge. The air carried my ashes as he stepped over them and walked away. But not long after he returned in regret begging to have me returned to him.

She gave everything to the man she loved: her ideas, her dreams, her future. She thought he loved her too. Until it all fell apart. Lucia Hale is a brilliant woman who devotes her life to building her husband's dreams. When she is diagnosed with cancer, everything comes crashing down: including the life she had built with Jack Hale. The man she loved had been slowly poisoning her for years, all while building a secret life with her best friend. When Lucia crashes her car and wakes up in a hospital, she learns the most shocking truth of all: her name is Elara Harrington, sole heir to one of the most powerful dynasties in the country. And she is very much alive. With a new name, a new empire and a dangerously charming ally in the cold but annoying Atlas Steele, Elara rises from the ashes of the life that was stolen from her. But revenge is a game with more players than she knows…and someone far closer has been pulling the strings all along. The heiress is coming home. And this time, she's burning everything down.

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party. But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian: "You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy." He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him. I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left. Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back. Dylan sneered with disdain, "She’s just an orphan with no family. Where could she go without me? Three days at most." But to his surprise, I never returned and found a new home.

My sister, Anna Hawkins, and I are twins, but I'm slightly heavier than her when we were born. Anna has always been weak and sickly since young, whereas I'm always active and healthy. When Anna was four years old, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Mom blamed me for stealing Anna's nutrients when I got born, so I needed to return the nutrients to her. When I got my blood extracted for the first time, a thick syringe was used on me. I was so scared when I saw it. Mom told me not to be scared. She gave me a magical pen, stating that whatever wish I wrote down with the pen would come true. I wrote, "It won't hurt." When the syringe was plunged into my arm again, Mom bought me a sweet lollipop. The pain never struck me again afterward. When I was five years old, I drew a strawberry cake on the paper while getting 1000cc blood withdrawn from me. That week, Anna could sit up in bed and play on her own. When I turned seven years old, I wrote down my wish that I'd like to go on a vacation. The next day, I was sent into the operating theater for the doctors to collect my hematopoietic cells. For the first time ever, Anna's cheeks became rosy. When I was eight years old, I wrote that I wanted to become the top student of my grade. But a day before my exams, my bone marrow was drawn from me. Anna finally got discharged by the hospital. She got to wear new dresses that I never got to wear. In the year I turn nine years old, my body is heavily depleted. With a trembling hand, I can only write down a line in messy handwriting. "I hope… that I won't become Mom's daughter in my next life."

When Jane Blackwood’s world collapsed at a young age —her father arrested, her mother dead, her inheritance stolen—she vanished. The world believed she died, but in Paris, she was forged into someone new: Kate Vance, a brilliant, cold strategist created for a single purpose—to destroy Michael Curry, the man she believes orchestrated her family’s downfall. Five years later she returns, unrecognizable, lethal, and ready to infiltrate Michael’s empire. But the man she has sworn to ruin is not the monster in her memories. He is magnetic, controlled, dangerous, and inexplicably gentle with her. The closer she gets, the more the lies unravel. When she breaks into his hidden safe, everything she knows shatters. Her father’s confession. Michael’s sacrifice. Proof he spent years silently protecting her. Her revenge collapses—her identity fractures. And the only man who can save her is the same man she came to destroy. Together, they face the real enemy who framed her father and hunted her in the shadows. But love born from ruin is dangerous—and their truth may cost them everything.

"Do you want revenge? I can help you get revenge," He said. And in that instant, my wolf yipped. "Mate!" **** Evelyn Newmoon has had the worst luck in life. Her mother died when she was just a child leaving her at the mercy of her brutal father and step-siblings. The day she turns eighteen, she meets her mate at the scene of a car crash where he dies. For her father's selfish reasons, she is married off to Alpha Cyrus Mathers, a man renowned for his kindness and strength. But Cyrus is kind to everyone but her. He hurts her, favors his mistress over her, and has her thrown in prison the day she loses their baby. Now, Evelyn is at her lowest, tired and miserable but fate provides her a powerful second chance mate who wants to bring down Cyrus. And she will do anything to get her revenge.

The day I go into labor, my husband's student, Yasmin Holden, storms off in a rage. She climbs the mountains alone while heavily pregnant. For the next three days and nights, my husband disappears to look for her. Meanwhile, I suffer a difficult labor and hemorrhage badly. I'm rushed into the ICU. When I finally wake up, the doctor hands my husband a critical condition notice. He hands me divorce papers. "Yasmin is my most promising student. I can't let her do anything foolish. You're about to be a mother, so you need to be strong!" In my last life, I refused to sign. As soon as I left the maternity ward, I reported their affair to the university. Yasmin lost her graduate school recommendation and was torn apart by public scandal. In front of me, she slit her own throat. By the time my husband arrived, Yasmin was already gone—along with the baby. He quietly handled her funeral and said nothing. Then, he returned to me as if nothing had happened. I thought that meant I was finally going to have a happy ending. But one day, he drove our car off a cliff with me and our daughter inside. That day was Yasmin's death anniversary. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I give birth.