Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

“So, what I’m planning to do is pretend that I didn’t know about their affair, and while I’m at it. I’ll gather pieces of evidence that will expose them both.” Revan remained silent and listened to her plan unfold. Citrine, as far as he recalls, was a cunning person whose personality was unpredictable and difficult to decipher. She’s someone you don’t want to be an enemy of because she’s capable of anything when provoked. He thought she could be very useful. “My revenge was a little excessive, but I plan to expose them during my wedding. Then you’ll show up and replace Gael as my groom.” Revan raised an eyebrow in amusement at her plan. “This is what happens when you watch too much drama, bu

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

One swift motion, and it could all be over. Antonio, unaware of Cassandra’s plans, seemed increasingly pleased with the scene before him. He leaned closer, staring at Cassandra as though she were a prize he had just claimed. Cassandra stared back, her sharp eyes full of suppressed hatred. She was ready—ready to enact the revenge she had been planning for so long. Antonio had no idea that behind Cassandra’s seemingly resigned demeanor lay an unstoppable fury, and she was prepared to strike him down with the blade hidden in her hand.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“But this… this is a pleasant surprise. Now I really want her. But don't worry, I'll make you watch every fucking details of how I fuck her, then I'll let my boys have their way with her.” My blood was past boiling point, I was starting to see fucking red but Romano was in his own fucking sandman land, daringly contouring his plans in front of me like I wouldn't annihilate him the moment he dares. “Yes, that would be perfect,” He clasp his hands together, smiling sheepishly. “The perfect plan for the perfect revenge, wouldn't you agree, Luca Moretti?” It was an adulterous plans and I was seething from just hearing it, the gleam in his voice like he's already accomplished it. The pride as he

Now, I hated him—hated the man who’d shattered my world, who’d pushed me hard enough to lose our child, who’d left me to claw my way through the wreckage of my faded fame. But hate was a fire, and fire could burn both ways. I let him lead me out of the club, his grip firm, my dress clinging to my skin, the night air sharp against my flushed cheeks as we headed to his apartment. I wasn’t here for love. I was here for revenge. Inside his penthouse, the city’s glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows over sleek furniture and polished floors. Marcus didn’t waste time, his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that was all teet

“I’m going to ruin him, Dad. I’m going to make him feel what you felt. The betrayal. The helplessness. I’m going to get so close he’ll think I’m his redemption. And when he loves me, when he trusts me more than anyone in the world... I’m going to take it all away.” A single, hot tear finally escaped, tracing a path through the carefully applied makeup that was part of my new armor. I brushed it away angrily. Aria Vance didn’t cry. She acted. “I have to go. The gala is tonight.” I pushed myself to my feet, my legs stiff. “It’s where we ‘meet.’ I’ll make him see me. I promise.” I turned and walked away from the grave, each step feeling heavier than the last. But with each step, Sarah Miller re

She sets the phone down carefully, stares at her computer screen for a long moment, then drops her head into her hands. I should feel satisfaction. Victory. Control reasserted. Instead, I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, about to step into nothing. Victoria thinks I'm obsessed. Henry thinks I'm conflicted. They're both right. But what they don't understand is that revenge isn't a straight line. It's a labyrinth, and somewhere in the twisting passages between hatred and fascination, I've gotten completely lost. Taking Aria to meet my mother is either the cruelest thing I've done yet—or the first step toward something I'm not ready to name.