Revenge Story Novels & Stories

She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Revenge is bullshit, Miss who you are...” The four stared at her because of what she said. “What? It’s true that revenge is nonsense.” “What brings you here? You can go home now,” Angelo said. “All I can say is that revenge is a load of nonsense and a waste of time, but I’m not saying that money is a waste of time. Don’t worry, I’ll assist you and you’ll compensate me. I am reasonable and not a traitor... So, who exactly are you? Our leader?” She fixed her gaze on me.

Fed up, looking at the damn bag with the clothes for her, he crumpled the bag as much as he could and threw it into the first trash can that crossed his way. He was damn stupid from the first moment when he thought about her well-being. She was like any other woman. That woman was going to regret what she said to that man, he swore he was ready to start a war against her. She was going to pay for it. Revenge was coming. But what he didn’t know was that the story's title now was ‘revenge for revenge’, because in the end it was Maria Fernanda the first one who declared war against him while he was already planning his against her.

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.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

It's funny how my life has turned upside down, not like it was ever better, but I'll endure all the pain in this world if it means I get to have my revenge. This is were my revenge starts. Vicenzo De Luca, you won't know what hit you I promise. I'll pay you back tenfold for everything you put me and my mother through.

he insisted, still holding my hand as the car started moving. I hesitated, biting down on my words, but the story tumbled out anyway—all of it, every detail, until there was nothing left to add. When I finally finished, I realized I was staring at him, my body suddenly getting weak. “I want to seek revenge.” My voice was thin but steady. “I want them to feel the same pain they caused me. I want to get back at them for what they did.” And then, like a candle guttering out, my vision blurred, the consciousness slipping away faster than I could fight it.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

"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?"

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.