Revenge With My Quadruplets Novels & Stories

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

I bark. Davi lets out a sharp whistle. "Four? You got four puppies in there?" I snort. "It's not super uncommon to have quadruplets. I mean, it's rare but not that weird." "You think I'm scared of your little baby army?" he scoffs, trying to regain his composure. "Maybe you should be," I retort, my voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Four innocent lives are at stake here. Do you really want to be responsible for their harm?"

Just when I thought he had finally forgotten Lena and was going to stay with me forever, he dragged me to Lena's grave after I gave birth and skinned our pup alive right before my eyes. I finally realized the truth when I watched my pup die horribly. He had planned it all from the beginning. I died full of hatred and resentment as he tortured me to death. I swore if I was given another chance before dying, I would make Dion pay.

"I want them to suffer. They have just had everything handed to them on a platter. Always living their perfect little lives on the sidelines, always playing the perfect sisters, acting superior to other people. But now?" Her smile spread across her face. "Now I have the chance to break them." Axel watched her contemplatively. Sarah wasn't just some pawn, she was deadly. Her desire for revenge washed off of her in waves, and he could feel the intensity of her hate. His gut screamed for him to steer clear, but his selfish ones spurred him on. He could use this. The triplets were already crumbling.

“You should be more concerned about the triplets than my feelings. They’re crumbling, Ashton. Everything’s falling apart for them. Just a little more pressure, and we’ll have everything we want.” His gaze softened as he sat beside me on the bed, his fingers intertwined with mine. "And after you get your revenge? Then what?" My breath hitched at the question. It was one I’d avoided asking myself. When I got betrayed and got this empire, I had built on one singular goal...getting my children back and destroying the triplets for what they did to me. But what came after? Well, there's living peacefully with my children... Right? "I haven’t thought that far," I muttered, pulling my hand free and

Ten years ago, I never would have thought I would be this happy. I never thought I had four elder brothers who had been searching for me for years. Neither do I believe that a reunion with Noah after all the heartaches and pains would be possible. As I look at my growing family, I realize that we don’t heal in isolation but in community. I was hurt when I walked away from Noah and everything. Revenge made me come back. I wanted to show Noah what he ditched and took for trash. I wanted him to regret divorcing me and stripping me of everything he gave me - his name, wealth, and protection.

“You can’t be so sure. That sister of yours had always been a snake.” “And I am going to show her who the real snake is now.” I counter defiantly then I pick my bag and heads straight for the door. When I arrive at the living room, I meet my Quadruplet the same way I left them. Dressed for the party and being so noisy but the moment they notice my presence, their reaction knocks me off my feet. They makes a show of jaw dropping as they wowed at my appearance.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

The night was darker than black when I turned the door knob and it gave way under my light push. I could smell my preys, and it felt really intimate to me. Just a little more time for me to reach them. His daughters. Four of them, ripe for the taking, each a carefully chosen instrument of my vengeance. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about reclaiming my dignity, about carving my pain into his flesh, one daughter at a time. The oldest first, then the next, savouring each conquest, until I reached the youngest, the sweet, untouched eighteen-year-old, the grand finale of my carefully orchestrated symphony of revenge.