Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

To me, the matter was settled. After all, I had already achieved what I wanted. Pushing it further would only worsen the already tense doctor–patient relations in society. To thank Noah for everything he’d done, I invited him out for dinner on Sunday. Knowing he liked spicy food, I picked a Mexican restaurant. However, once we were in his car, I realized the route was off. “You took a wrong turn. This isn’t the way to the Mexican place.” “You really forgot? Last time you ate a jalapeno, we ended up rushing you to the ER. I’m not letting that happen again. There’s a famous Italian place nearby. I’m taking you there instead.”

Scarlett could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do with Kendall or whatever, because it didn't even matter as long as she was legally married to me and her dumb father had to wake up every morning to remember that his daughter was in the hands of a sick guy like me. That was all that mattered anyways. The revenge plan. I'd spent so many years planning and perfecting it for Isabella, I couldn't let some stupid chick ruin all that just like that. I liked to think she wasn't all that special, she wasn't even my traditional type. I just probably only wanted her so badly because I knew she was off limits. Right? I'd watched some dramatic romance dramas and read a few romance novels and all the

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

“Revenge” I paused in my tracks just as we reached the doors of the church. Romano stilled too and drew his full height which towered over me I wanted to ask. To demand what he meant by revenge. Yes, my flash marriage to Romano would be a slap to Matteo's face but revenge? Revenge for what? For who? He stretched out his hand before I could voice any word. “Let's go” I tentatively placed mine in his large ones, and a pulsing sensation spread all over my body. “Where to?”

“You were being deceived for so long. Talking you out of it wouldn't have convinced you so it was good you saw it for yourself.” “What do you want from me?” I asked. “You're the cousin of the man who just left me to die after cheating on me, I know you're not here to offer your sympathy,” I added and his lips curved just slightly to reveal a dangerous smile. “You're smart. I like that. I do want something from you. And it's not difficult. At all.” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me and I blinked in confusion. “What do you want?” “Revenge.”

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."