Revenge Romance Books Novels & Stories

But none of it mattered — not the wealth, not the influence — because my fire still burned for one thing: *Revenge.* I came for the family who took everything from me. But the man — the coward — had already died. It should’ve ended there. But it didn’t. Because then there was her. Zey. The daughter. Innocent? Maybe. But innocence meant nothing in war. And this was a war. One born in blood, betrayal, and loss. I told myself it was only strategy. That using her was part of the plan. Make them feel what I felt. Strip them of what they loved. Make them suffer the way I suffered.

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Perhaps, when she saw that she already knew something, she'll chalk it up to her not really understanding what went down. Each of them still with each books, they both opened it to the next page. Valerie read the first line but it didn't look complete until Sidney read her own first line. That was when it made sense. The book had been written together at some point, with one completing each other's sentence and at other point, written apart. They both began to take turns in reading. "And Rebecca was angry with her husband for his decision and the steps he took, so she stopped being friend's with Charles' wife, Paula." Valerie read.

I can get out of this house, get away from Damien, away from the memories and the basement. But I get to start a new life, far away from Italy. As much as I want to get my revenge for him murdering my family and my fiancé. I knew damn well I wasn't as strong as he was. But one thing is for sure: I will never forgive him. I pulled the blanket up around me and finally let myself sink back onto the mattress. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about the mansion, the blood, or Damien. My mind pulled me backwards, eight years ago. Back to another life, the girl I used to be. The first time I met Damien De Luca, before the hatred, blood, and everything was destroyed. Now I'm pulled back to the

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

Then I walked away — back to the dining room, back to Giovanni’s side, back to the cage I was starting to call home. But Antonio’s kiss lingered on my lips. And for the first time since the pregnancy test… I wondered if revenge was the only way out. Or if there was another path. One that might break me worse than any bullet ever could.

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."

This man and his father had shown me cruelty. “Yes, the same way you forcefully penetrated me at the age of thirteen. The same way your father’s silver bullet penetrated my parents' bodies, tearing their skin most painfully. That same way!” I couldn't see my face but I knew it was cold as hell. My anger had simmered, I was deeply angry and soaked with revenge. “Read my lips, Arden. One day, I will revenge against you and your father and you both will smell death in the most painful way known to man!” I promised, our eyes met when I made this promise.

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."