Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

A black card. “I’m sure you received the wedding gift and signed the necessary documents,” he said coldly. “This is for you. Use it to get something to make yourself look… better. I don’t like my wife looking like—” His eyes traveled over me before he finished with a cruel smirk. “—that.” The words hit hard. My anger simmered, but I forced myself to stay composed. I had sworn never to let anyone make me feel small again. “You don’t get to talk to me like that just because you married me,” I said quietly but firmly.

She smiled silently, but her eyes held an icy coldness. Mr. Wilson had said nothing and yet seemed to have said everything. Vivian understood clearly that her grandfather was disappointed in her actions. During her time alone in detention, Vivian had come to a realization. Her current situation wasn't anyone else's fault. If she had to blame someone, it was herself for being too soft-hearted. With this thought, Vivian picked up her lipstick, slowly twisted out the red stick, and forcefully wrote one word on the mirror, "REVENGE!"

“Dr. Clyfford, going ahead without anyone’s permission… What if there’s backlash?” Archer’s gaze sharpened, his patience wearing thin. “If there’s backlash, then let it fall on me. But this woman- this innocent life -doesn’t have time for their approval. And I won’t let her pay the price for other people’s mistakes.” His voice was steady, but beneath it, an undercurrent of pain and frustration was apparent.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

I look at the clock and it is already showing 10'o clock. I painted my lips with red lipstick and curled my hair, I am looking like a seductress in this short black dress. I look at myself in the mirror and there is no way that Stefano could resist me. I never thought in my life that k can stoop so low for revenge but my pain forced me to avenge every tear that I shed I go downstairs and there is complete silence, Aiden is true to his words he sends everyone away so that Stefano and I can spend some time with each other.

I curled my lashes until they almost brushed my eyebrows when I blinked, making my eyes look bigger, bolder. Then I picked up the red lipstick. My hand froze. Red was dangerous. Red was bold. Red was Emiliano. His tie, his smirk, the color that haunted me. My heart pounded in my ears as I uncapped it anyway. Slowly, carefully, I painted my lips, watching the color bloom against my skin like fire. It changed me. It made me look like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who didn’t care about family feuds or forbidden kisses.

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

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.

Red lipstick adorned my lips, matching the intensity of my emotions, and my red-bottom shoes clicked confidently on the pavement as I steadied my breathing. I was prepared to walk into the wedding of my ex-husband and ex-best friend, determined to create chaos and make them pay for their betrayal. When I heard they'd be getting married today, everything in me burned with pure rage, and even though I knew I shouldn't be here since it'd hurt me more than it'd hurt them, I couldn't help myself.