Romans & histoires Revenge Romance

“And, I told you, he is working in our company, on our floor. You know that I’ve made up my mind to get over him, so you won’t have to worry about him.” He nodded. “I know.” “Can you help me sip up my dress?” I said giving him my back. Instead of zipping up my dress, he began kissing my neck. “What are you doing?” I giggled. He didn’t answer, just kept on, and then turned me toward him and began kissing me. I put my hands around his neck, and we continued. This time things happened because we both wanted it to. Not because one person was jealous and craving revenge and the other was being forced to do it…

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

Then I walked away — back to the dining room, back to Giovanni’s side, back to the cage I was starting to call home. But Antonio’s kiss lingered on my lips. And for the first time since the pregnancy test… I wondered if revenge was the only way out. Or if there was another path. One that might break me worse than any bullet ever could.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

And as her mouth moves higher and my breath catches and the lights of Zurich sparkle beyond the windows, I think about how wrong everyone has it. They think I’m the victim. They think Dominic is the villain. They think this is a love story about forbidden desire and impossible choices. But it’s not. It’s a revenge story. And I’m going to win.

This was his opportunity to exact his cold revenge on Jessica for what she had done to him—for making him have a sleepless night and not be in his best performing form today. "Listen, and listen carefully because I won't say this again. You were just a woman in heat that I used to satisfy my sexual desires. What I did with you, it meant absolutely nothing to me. I could have easily done it with any other woman, so don't get in way over your head. There is nothing between us except a mere marriage contract." Jessica's eyes burned, but she promised herself she was not going to cry. She promised herself this was going to be the last time she fell for a man who wasn't genuine with her.

But she knew one thing for sure, it wasn't love, it was just a momentary vibration of opposite-sex attraction and physical touch. The taxi drove on the busy busy road of the weekend, while behind the car was the sweet, romantic silence of two people leaning against each other looking in the same direction. Amanda slowly closed her eyes, remembering the woman just now. She wondered if it was the same ghost that had killed the whole family that the owner had told her about. She jumped up and sat up straight, causing William to be shocked: "What's wrong with you?" “What do you think about the story of the restaurant owner just now?”

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

All Cara got in reply was silence. "Fine! Do whatever you want." And with that, she went into the closet to pack her things. Yes, she was at fault and she gets it. She just wanted to help him out yet he was being difficult. Cara angrily stuffed her clothes into a travelling bag. She didn't know what to do. Isn't apologizing enough? Couldn't he see how sincere her feelings were? She blamed herself saying she shouldn't have fallen for him. Her revenge was her main goal, but she'd lost sight of it and now would have to leave after achieving nothing.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.