Novel & Cerita Revenge Romance

And I'm alone in my office, heart hammering, hands shaking, whiskey burning in my throat. I did it. He agreed. Tomorrow night, Damien Cross is mine. For twenty-one nights, I own him. I should feel victorious. Triumphant. Instead, I just feel... empty. And terrified. Because revenge is supposed to be simple. Clean. You hurt the person who hurt you, and then it's over. But nothing about this feels simple. I down the rest of my whiskey. Pour another. Stand at the window where he stood, looking out at the same city.

Xavier asked her with an inquisitive look. "Come on, Xavier, stop playing the unaffected with me; why do you think that she came back, and why did she show up at the auction?" Claudia asked Xavier. "How am I supposed to know that?" Xavier asked Claudia, and immediately she shot him an angry glare. "We both know that she came back for revenge; if she showed up at that auction and bought that jewelry for twenty million dollars, it's just to show us how strong she has become, and I'm very sure that she's already planning how to get back at us, and who knows, maybe she has already planned it and she's patiently waiting for the best time to strike," she said to Xavier, who seemed unconcerned by h

She raised her head to look at Vincenzo. "In? I hope you know the deal... Or rather let me spell it out for you. I will help you get revenge and you will give me your body... Anytime, anywhere," Vincenzo said, smiling faintly. He knew she would surely come back. He had seen so many people do all they can to get revenge on those who offends them. Even if he had decided to help her with a condition, it was to their benefit. He would gain as much as she would gain too.

he mentioned casually and I frowned. “Care to elaborate?” My words more like a demand than a question. “Remember I mentioned weeks ago, that Flanagan’s secret club started to get more people?” He held my gaze as he waited for my reply, as soon as he noticed I wasn’t responding, he continued. “Well, the club’s name is ‘The Revenge Club’ and she just joined it last night, I am, of course, part of it.” What the hell does Roanne want in a club like… oh, Sebastian. I noticed she was wearing a piece of fabric around her neck and it covered the bruises left by that asshole. She wanted revenge from him, and Violet loves the drama.

So I asked the only thing I could: “Is he still alive?” “Very much alive,” Marcus said, his voice calm, too calm. A smirk pulled slightly at his lips, but his eyes burned. “Living his best life, I guess.” “Maybe,” I offered gently, “maybe one day you’ll get an apology from him.” “I don’t want an apology from him,” Marcus said instantly, with such force that it sent a chill through me. “The only thing I want from him is revenge. I want to take everything. I want to see him sweat. I want to see him bleed. I want him to go through every ounce of pain he put my mother through.”

Was it really even love I felt for him or the need for someone? “So I’m going to help you, I’m going to make sure you get your company and every single thing you gave them back. Every single thing!” He said to me as he took a bite out of his pasta and cleaned his mouth with a napkin. I looked at him shocked and he added, “I’m also going to make sure you get revenge for those two humiliating you and their deceit, you truly did love them and they didn’t deserve you.” He leaned back in his seat after speaking with so much authority and sincerity, he looked genuinely so attractive as he spoke.

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.