Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

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.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

I said bitterly. “As if I’d ever want to again.” Valerie snorted. “Let him choke on his guilt. You don’t need him. Or your selfish father.” The burn grounding me as I I took a slow sip of the brandy, I didn’t know what tomorrow held. But tonight, I was with someone who cared. And maybe—just maybe—that was the first step toward healing. And maybe—just maybe—it was also the first step toward revenge. Just as I close my eyes to rest my head on the bar table, Valerie's phone buzzes. She glances at the screen and freezes.

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

‘Saves you right, dickface,’ she said internally. “I don’t appreciate you looking at another man just after kissing me.” A deep voice reached Ava’s ears, and she whipped her head around to glance at Kylan, a shiver shooting down her spine. She didn’t expect his voice to be so deep, it almost made her wet her panties. Her face flushed, her heart racing at the intensity of Kylan’s gaze. She wanted to run away, however, she remembered what she had talked about with Nicole. If she could seduce Kylan, that would be the best revenge ever.

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

He didn’t glance my way, but I could tell something was off—his shoulders were tense, his jaw rigid. “Where were you?” I asked, softly. He didn’t respond. Just slipped off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sideboard. “You haven’t eaten—” “I’m not hungry.” His tone was sharp. Dismissive. “I just... wanted to spend some time—” He turned. “Why? So you can sit there and watch me like some lovesick puppy?” The words stung. My throat tightened. “I’m your wife, Jaxon.” He walked toward me, slow and deliberate. Then, without warning, he yanked the book from my hands and tossed it aside. The thud echoed like a slap.

“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 looked at Elena. "Revenge is... it’s an exhausting way to live," Diane said. Her voice was quiet, a little hesitant. It wasn't the voice of the woman who had dominated the boardroom a week ago. "If I wanted revenge, I would have stayed. I would have fought Marcus for the penthouse. I would have made his life a misery in court. But I didn't. I walked out into a storm with one suitcase and nowhere to go." She paused, looking down at the diamond on her finger.

he said, his voice rising at the end. “Stupid revenge huh? Well I’ll like to remind you that you’re not my dad!” I tore my elbow off from his hold “And I will do whatever I please. And while we’re at it, should I remind you how we met? It was this revenge of mine that you just called stupid that led me to you, dying and bleeding out on the pavement whilst everyone walked past because they gave zero fuck about the stranger lying there and about to lose his life” I said in an outburst, unable to contain all the anger that I felt and confusion.