Revenge Wears A Mask Novels & Stories

I know they did something bad to you, but how bad is it that we have to take all this risk for revenge. Nice question! Have been waiting for this time to come for a while now. All you do is hate me deeply in your heart and blame me over and over again and I hope you will stop after uncovering the truth. The masked woman said as stood up and walked towards Savvannah who has been on her knees since they start talking. She held her shoulders and helped her up with a smile.

Revenge. But I never counted on my revenge being like this. What I was doing out of the country where I had been given birth to and then in front of Zade's company, I had no idea about. But one thing was for sure, I couldn't back out. So I took a deep breath and slightly touched the mask I wore to cover up my face, leaving just my eyes visible. Courtesy of Zade, this disguise was perfect, no one would recognise me, not even the people I used to know which was really the point.

Ivy said, blinking her tears back. "So, do you know the person behind the mask?" Mrs Smith asked. "Yes, I can still recognize him. I see him almost everyday, but there is nothing I can do about it, that is why I am here so I can be able to defend myself and get revenge for her death" she answered bravely. "Okay. I see the courage in your eyes. To be here, you must learn how to keep a secret because this is a secret organization set up for people to fight against corruption. So you gotta keep it a secret and see everyone here as your sibling" Mrs Smith accepted her.

the masked man seethed, his anger palpable in the air. Gerard, fueled by a surge of defiance, retaliated with a powerful punch that landed squarely on the masked man's face, knocking off his mask in the process. The room fell silent as everyone gasped in shock at the unexpected turn of events. The guards swiftly restrained Gerard once more, their grip firm as they dragged him back and secured him with restraints. The masked man remained crouched, his face hidden from view, except for Mia and her guards who knew his identity all along.

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

Helen rushed over angrily. When I was distracted, she grabbed my mask and scolded, "How come you wear a mask? Do you think you are a star?" After she finished her words and saw my face, she was instantly stunned. I didn't have time to cover my face and my full appearance was seen by Helen, Thomas, and the surrounding ones. "Give me back the mask!" I panicked. Helen was stunned for a moment and she suddenly began to laugh wildly, "Hahahaha! Reed Defiant, did you do too many bad things in your past life? Are you getting your retribution in this life now? What the h*ll are you looking like now?"

She promised herself never to let Antonio see her weakness. She stepped out of the restroom with her head held high, donning her cold mask once again, ready to face Antonio and whatever games he might have planned. But deep down, Cassandra felt a vast emptiness that would not easily be filled. The wound was too deep, too dark to heal easily. She almost let the tears fall again, but she reminded herself that this entire marriage was the beginning of the revenge she had long awaited.

He relaxes, his walls coming down, and for once, he laughs freely, joking around with me as if the darkness that’s always clung to him doesn’t exist. I soak it all in, every second, every smile, every laugh. Deep down, I know this won’t last. Once we’re released, he’ll go back to pretending, hiding behind the mask he’s worn for so long. He’ll run back to the safety of denial, and I’ll let him. I meant what I said—I won’t chase him once we’re out of here. But I am going to take a trip to that hellhole they sent him to, Ivorygate, and I’ll make damn sure it burns to the ground. They’ll never hurt him—or anyone else—again.

“Yeah, right! I am going to get my money and my revenge.” “Your hate won’t get you far,” I told her. “You think I am the only one who wants revenge against you?” She laughed. “You don’t know how close your haters are, right?” She asked Dom as he came in. He nodded and removed the mask and we were both shocked. It wasn’t Dom. “No he doesn’t,” he retorted.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.