Revenge Wears A Mask Novels & Stories

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

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.

And that scares me. I knew about this attack— I knew it would happen but I stupidly fell into it again. My palms are sweaty. Is this how you want to get your revenge? By falling for stupid ploys like this? If I could easily fall for something like this; how many more issues will I have in the future? No. Not like this. I look at the masked man deep in his eyes. I see them twinkle underneath the soft moonlight. “How much shall I pay you then? To clear that passageway for me?”

The face of the intruder was hidden behind a mask, concealing his expression. Nonetheless, his deep-seated hatred was unmistakable. "I've been on this ship, under your command, for three long years," he declared, eyes fixed intently on Xylon, a chilling smile gracing his lips. "Today, I'll finally seize my opportunity for revenge." Xylon remained unperturbed as though nothing particularly significant had occurred. "Oh, is that so?" The masked man was infuriated by Xylon's apparent lack of fear. "Keep lying to yourself! I'll enjoy watching you lose your composure!"

And in that stillness, I saw guilt crawl beneath his skin. "She's no longer your responsibility," I said—voice low, steady. Sharp enough to draw blood if he actually listened. A muscle jumped in his jaw. "And she was never yours either." My hand moved on instinct. I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. Our foreheads almost collided. "Cut the bullshit." Damon's eyes didn't flinch. Just stared. Unblinking. Controlled. God, I hated that stare. That damn Laurent mask. The one that stayed smug even when everything around him was going up in flames. He looked like a man standing in the ashes of what he'd ruined and still had the audacity to believe he did the right thing.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

Parting my lips, I replied back sharply, not knowing if I had heard the masked man right, or if I should dare to believe him at the first place. Whispering out and arching one of my eyebrows up as I kept on staring at him, looking back at me from the mask, he scoffed out once again, before finally replying and giving me an answer that was so hard to believe. "One word: Revenge!" Parting his lips apart, he spoke out again wanting to go straight to the point after he scoffed at me and I hearing him utter that one word out, parted my lips as fast as I could to speak, but yet again he didn't give a chance to

And yet, when I passed him in the corridor, when his cologne lingered faintly in the air, when his voice cut through a meeting with calm authority, I had to fight to remember why I hated him. Worse, I wasn’t sure the mask was protecting me from him anymore. It felt like he was already looking past it. Damn! I hate him with passion. Damien POV I’d seen a hundred employees wear masks. Some wore masks of ambition, always smiling at the right people, always volunteering for the right projects. Others wore masks of loyalty, nodding along with whatever they thought I wanted to hear. But Mara Vance… hers was different. It wasn’t ambition. It wasn’t flattery. It was armor.

It was a power of creation and destruction, of healing and harm, a power that could turn the tide of any conflict. The mask man's thoughts raced as he considered the implications. Rudra's desire for revenge, fueled by the death of Sakhi's father and Guhya's attempts to harm Rajeev, would be tempered by this hidden power. The mask man knew that Rudra's wrath, when unleashed, would be relentless and devastating.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”