Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

She turned back to me, her lips curling into a bitter, knowing smile, "Old flames have a nasty habit of rekindling, don't they?" I moved closer, my presence towering over her, casting her in my shadow, "Not this one," I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. My hand came up to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing against the soft skin, "The only flame I want to light, the only one driving me to the brink of insanity, is the one I have with you." Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it, shaking her head, “I don’t believe you. True love never dies, or so I’ve heard. If you truly loved Emilia as you claim, then it wouldn’t be hard for her to trap you in her web again.”

GET the revenge body ✔️ Take over his company ✔️ Ruin any girl who gets romantically involved with him ✔️✔️✔️ Her revenge list was all ticked. She was supposed to be drinking, laughing, and savouring the taste of sweet revenge. But she did none of that, because revenge was not sweet... not as sweet as she had expected. Thomas was married, Aiden had cancelled their date earlier for a hot official matter, everyone was happy but her.

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.

Just like a moment ago, it was just like his memory was triggered and then he had just came back to his senses realizing that I don't deserve to be sitting on his laps, that I don't deserve to be that close to him in a scenery that looks more like romance. Fuck him. I'm the one who keeps getting swayed. We were both working together but he sent me out amidst that? I grumbled annoyingly as I threw myself onto the bed, punching my pillow repeatedly like I would have loved to do to Luca. I imagined showering his chest with these punches and then he gets a hold of my hand and pull me into himself. Stupid. He won't do that. I'm just someone he married because of revenge. Everything that revolves

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.

Damien was by the bar, pouring himself a drink, looking as unbothered as ever when she entered. Isla stopped a few feet away, arms folded, watching him. The constant nonchalance with which he carried himself only made the lines on her face grow. She hesitated for a second. Then, with her voice low but firm, she finally asked, "What do you want from this, Damien?" Of course, without looking up, he heard the question but continued his sip, and then after some time, he shrugged. "Revenge. Isn’t that why we’re here?" He asked with false curiosity.

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

I wasn’t the same woman who’d stepped into that penthouse. I stepped into the rain without an umbrella. My hair clung to my face, but the cold didn’t bother me. My heart hurt, but beneath the pain, something sharp was taking root. Revenge didn’t need to be loud. It could start with silence. With a promise whispered only to yourself. They thought they could break me. But I was done being the good girl. This time, I’d be the one holding the knife. Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.