Revenge With Ex Novels & Stories

Yes you do, and you don’t even realize it. Valor seats on the table, facing me directly. “When you came here, you found your hate, you found your purpose in your revenge. You wanted to clear your parents’ names and make those responsible for their deaths pay. Tell me Alexa, what happens to your revenge now? Do you just stop because your ex, emphasis on ex, mate died?” I can’t say anything back to him, too shocked to reply.

She always knew where she stood. And I realized something terrifying. We were more alike than I thought. I didn’t come from her world, didn’t wear sharp suits or perfect lipstick, but deep down, the part of me that craved order, the part that longed to be seen and undone and chosen—it was the same. Zoey leaned forward, her eyes pinning me to the booth. “I know what you’re doing this for, though.” I tensed. “What?” “You want revenge,” she said plainly. “On your ex. That boy who broke you. You want to make him feel what he made you feel.”

“How can you do something this f*****h? Do you not see that history is about to repeat itself again? You were her boss when you ruined her and now you want to do the same thing?” “Come on man, I thought you were wiser than that!” “What even made you think of such a thing?” “I wanted revenge,” “What f*****g revenge, Ethan? It is so evident that you are the one at fault. Your actions should get you into getting closer to her and making her forgive you. Not getting on her bad side and making her regret ever knowing you.” “Wait, why the revenge?” Greg asked. “Cos I thought she moved on, had an affair with another man, gave birth for him and she has been going on dates with different men lately.

“Revenge.” Her eyes widened. “Revenge?” she repeated softly. I nodded. “Mhm. I could help you get revenge on your ex-husband for everything he did to you.” She just stared at me silently for a long time. Then she looked away, her voice trembling as she spoke. “No,” she said. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anything to do with him. I don’t want revenge. I just want to move on from this.”

he tells me, trying to calm me, but I just slap him away. “No Xavier you’re not listening to me know I want my revenge you promised me and if I don’t get it, I’m leaving you!” I threaten as my anger burns beneath the surface. He looks a little shocked before a possessive stare takes over and he grips both my arms. “You’re not leaving me Ren!” he growls at me as I scoff, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Don’t you dare! Whilst you have been out seeing your ex-girlfriend and doing goddess knows what, my ex killed my grandma and he is going to kill me. So, give me my revenge or I walk!” I tug out of his hold as he looks at me, shocked.

“Unless you don’t want to do this anymore, which is why I asked when you think it’ll end.” I stared at the road as we neared our destination. “I mean how long is too long for revenge dating? When does it shift to being a pathetic loser who can’t move on from her ex even though he’s an asshole?” Sure, I wanted Taser to pay for how he treated me. I hated that he used me, and thought so little of me that I wanted to reduce to what he was before me. Show him that I was wanted by someone because of me, not the perks attached to me.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“Wait. Let me understand this clearly. You went there for revenge. Revenge, Evelyn. Capital R. And now you’re standing nose to nose with the same man you swore to destroy.” “It was a moment,” I snapped. “A stupid moment.” She leaned closer. “Moments don’t make your voice shake like that.” I folded my arms. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Of course I am,” she said cheerfully. “You disappear for years, come back with vengeance in your eyes, and now you’re melting because of one man’s jawline.” “It wasn’t his jawline.” “Oh?” Her brows lifted. “Then what was it? His perfect sculpted abs!"

“He replaced you without a second thought, even before your marriage ended. And I bet that still eats at you.” I hated that he was right. I hated that Sebastian had disrespected me in the worst possible way and I let it roll off my back like it was nothing. “Don’t you want to finally see him get what he deserves? I know you want to get your revenge, Iris. I can help you.” I was stunned, unable to speak. He was right. Everything Maverick said was right. I wanted my revenge. I wanted to see Sebastian suffer. Maverick stretched his hand out to me, pulling me up and close to him. Confidence rolled off him in waves. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it.