Revenge With My Quadruplets Novels & Stories

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

It was none other than my sister, wearing a wicked smile as she watches me fall from this 20 story building. I tightly closed my eyes. Is this the end? Isn’t it too unfair? I only wanted to live life with the man I love! Is that wrong for me to dream about?! I clenched my teeth. If God would grant me another life, I’ll make sure to find out everything and get revenge on those two!

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

“Alexander please don't do this. I know you're disappointed but is there no other way? I'll ask my parents to apologize but please don't kill them. I don't want to lose them.” “You think I'm willing to lose my parents, Kimbeerly? I'm just like you in not wanting to lose my parents but what did your parents do? They even brutally murdered them and didn't give them any chance, so no forgiveness is in order. I want to avenge my parents just like my father did.”

the night before. Yet Aurora did not fire her. Did not reprimand her. Did not punish her in any way. Because to Aurora… Mistakes were not meant to be punished. They were meant to be used. “Bring them,” Aurora said softly. One of the nannies nodded, carefully carrying Aurora’s baby. The other… carried Lily’s baby. Aurora glanced briefly at the infant. Her expression remained cold. But her eyes… shifted slightly. There was no hatred there. Because Aurora would never use a baby as a tool for revenge.

It has moved toward staircases, the erased footage, the diamond bracelets appearing inside handbags and towards Vivian remaining perfectly calm through all of it. And somewhere beneath the growing anger settling inside my chest, one realization finally became impossible to dismiss. Someone inside this family had stopped playing harmless games.

"I have watched you closely and I have come to develop strong feelings. I have also come to love your kids. Why not give me a chance to be yours and to be the father of your kids" I was shocked. I felt a lump in my throat as I found it hard to swallow my accumulated saliva. "Whh…what are you talking about?" I couldn't look him in the eyes. I can't say if I was shy or embarrassed. "You know exactly what I meant" Everything he said was against my wish. What made him think my kids don't have a father? It was a big slap in my face. I remembered all that transpired that night and that resulted in me having my quadruplets. This has made me not believe in any man. I have also hated them, especially