Novel & Cerita Revenge Short Story

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

“Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.” Nala gripped the iron bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. She gritted her teeth, the cold night air biting her skin. “The moral of the story is: being the villain is always better. Have a nice life, baby sister,” Camille sneered before backing away slowly. “I promise you, Camille, I’ll get back at you, you little bitch!” Nala screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice gave out. Now, here she was, staring at the unfa

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

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.

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

"It was you, wasn't it? You deliberately made them come after me! You told them about my university and revealed where I was hiding, didn't you? You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at me with a knife, but before he could reach me, Steve, who was desperate for money to save his son, kicked Yves away. Steve, no longer the kind-looking man he once was, now looked vicious as he shouted, "Get out of the way, Yves! You're useless! If you kill him, how will I get the ransom money?"

While the desire for vengeance still simmered beneath the surface, he learned to channel that energy into advocacy—organizing community forums, raising awareness about the injustices faced by families like his, and empowering others to join the fight for truth and accountability. Through this process, Alex discovered a profound truth: that while the quest for revenge could be intoxicating, the path of healing and justice was far more fulfilling. By focusing on collective action and solidarity, he not only honored his parents’ legacy but also forged deeper connections with those who stood by him. Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the o