Revenge Romance Books Novels & Stories

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

But now, that charm flitting in the wind seemed to slap me in the face. I ripped the good luck charm off the plant and lit it on fire before tossing it into the drain. "Mr. Leeds, when are you going to pay us the 300 dollars in compensation?" A familiar voice rang out from behind me. I turned and saw Yves, flanked by a group of workers, walking toward me like he was the king of the world. Steve shouted, "Yeah! How much money have you greedily made off of us over the years? Now, you can't even compensate us? What a dirty, rotten businessman you are!"

He would have her killed, regardless of whether I was Don or not, he’d take out anything or anyone that he felt would be hindrance to me being a good leader. “No, father, she belongs to me, she’s mine to do with as I please,” I said through gritted teeth. He was taken aback at my response but he concealed it with a smile, “Come on, Angelo, it’s your old man, surely you can give him a peek at the whore’s breast, it’s not like she’s going to be your wife…” I turned to look at her, her head was bowed but I could see she was crying. I turned to my father, those sharp eyes narrowed at me, “If this is revenge, Angelo, you wouldn’t think twice about it, so what’s it going to be?”

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

It felt like a trap, a promise, and I was already too deep to climb back out, but in all honesty, I didn't want to, I wanted Francis and Aileen to feel what I felt when I bled my baby out. Slowly, I reached for the goblet. His eyes lit up like fire licked across his pupils. “To revenge,” I whispered. “To love that tastes like war,” he replied, and I lifted the drink to my lips. And the moment the liquid touched my lips, the world shifted. The fire in my veins roared back to life, and I knew— Yasmine was dead, and Mrs. Azrael had been born. "Take a seat," Az said, pulling a chair out for me at the table.

He lifts her up and they sway to the music, her head resting on his shoulder. Selene's eyes sting with tears. How did they get here? How did two people who started with so much hatred end up with so much love? She remembers the first time she saw Damien. At that charity gala where he looked at her like she was the enemy. Where he decided she would pay for crimes she didn't commit. Where he set in motion a plan that would destroy them both and somehow end up saving them. It began with revenge. Pure, cold, calculated revenge. He married her to hurt her. To control her. To make her suffer every single day for what he believed she'd done to his company.

Controlling myself was incredibly torturous, but I climbed off the bed and pulled my pants back up. Confusion crossed her features as she sat up. “What—what—” she stuttered. “Let’s call it revenge,” I smirked, as I turned around and walked out of the room. *** ALMA What was I even thinking when I willingly admitted that I wanted him? Embarrassment washed over me when he coldly stopped and declared it revenge. Rage and the desire to run after him blasted through me as I watched him walk out of the room. Fuck, this man was the bane of my existence. I wanted him just as much as I hated him. I had promised never to allow him to touch me again, but I melted in his arms the moment his grey eyes pi

He didn’t even have to touch me, his mere existence pressed against my skin like static before a storm. The hum of the elevator filled the silence, low and steady, but my pulse beat louder in my ears. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to remind myself why I was here, why I’d infiltrated his world in the first place. Revenge. My father’s ruin. The humiliation that had stripped everything we once had. And yet… All I could think about was the heat radiating from Damien’s body and the way his tailored suit pulled taut against the broad expanse of his shoulders.

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?

“You were being deceived for so long. Talking you out of it wouldn't have convinced you so it was good you saw it for yourself.” “What do you want from me?” I asked. “You're the cousin of the man who just left me to die after cheating on me, I know you're not here to offer your sympathy,” I added and his lips curved just slightly to reveal a dangerous smile. “You're smart. I like that. I do want something from you. And it's not difficult. At all.” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me and I blinked in confusion. “What do you want?” “Revenge.”