Novel & Cerita Revenge With My Quadruplets

Evelyn was sick and had little chance against him. Anguished, she let out a scream, "Are you insane? Have you lost your mind? Urghhh! Doctor, please help! Why is he hitting me?" Her shouts were loud and startled the patients and their families in the next room. In little time, a large group had gathered. "What exactly is going on here?" someone exclaimed, "My God, is this domestic violence?" Digby thought on his feet quickly and raised his voice, "You slut! You took advantage of me while I was drunk. I didn't think you'd actively seek to upset my wife to the point that she miscarried. I have to get revenge for my dead child!"

And I would never be trapped again. I forced the last layer of bandage into place, pinning it tight. My ribs protested with each breath, but I ignored it, sliding my shirt back on. I snapped the kit shut and shoved it aside before lowering myself onto the bed. I would kill Matteo. And when I do, I would finally have my revenge. He was my target, nothing more. The son of the bastard who had murdered my twin. The boy who carried his father’s blood, the boy who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as me.

“That man killed my father and desecrated his grave. And yet, you protect him. No wonder people like him think they can do whatever they want with others. Billionaires like you protect him from the shadows.” His eyes burned with hatred, and I could see the raw pain behind the words. He still had that fire inside him, fuelled by revenge, by the past that had twisted him into the man he was now. The anger had consumed him, and in some sick way, I almost felt pity for him. Almost. I leaned in a little closer, letting the silence linger for a moment. “Unfortunately, Xander, we don’t choose our families,” I said, my voice calm and unwavering. “I am sure you didn’t choose your father either…”

My hand drifts down between my legs, not to touch, just to feel the heat still lingering there, the faint throb that says he was inside me hours ago. I close my eyes. And the question slips in quiet, like it’s been waiting for him to leave. “Am I still doing this for revenge?” The words feel small in the empty room. I open my eyes, stare at the ceiling. Revenge used to feel sharp. Clean. Like a blade I could hold up and see my reflection in—twisted, angry, justified. I wanted to take him from her. Wanted to watch her face when she realized her perfect billionaire husband was fucking her daughter instead.

How could I have lied about something I didn’t know? “All that we wanted in return was for you to continue to treat our family with respect. Instead, you consistently try to sabotage the most vulnerable member of the family, Sylvia. Whose kind and gentle heart has only ever spoke in your favor.” I lower my head, not because I am ashamed, but to hide my rage. The quadruplets live with a veil over their eyes, unable to see how vindictive and wicked Sylvia truly is. She doesn’t even make that much effort to hide her treatment of me. It’s as if the brothers have a blind spot when it comes to her.

“Our little warrior.” No time to rest. The second arrived—a fierce baby girl with a cry that demanded the universe take notice. Cinthye’s laugh turned breathless. “Another fighter. Just like her father.” The medical team worked in flawless sync, but the tension in the room thickened with every passing minute. External reports crackled over comms: faint enemy signatures probing the perimeter. The birth had not gone unnoticed. Then came the third—a boy with a shock of dark hair already hinting at Damien’s legacy. And finally, the fourth—another boy, smaller but screaming with surprising strength. Quadruplets. All healthy. All alive. All miraculous.

With a roar, I grab him around his shoulders, biceps straining, every brawn in my body coiled, and I sling him away. He goes rolling through the undergrowth. The leaves from the shrubs rain down on him. He swings up to his legs, and I am already charging him. I headbutt him, and our combined weight smashes him backward into a tree. The vibrations from the impact ricochet through my neck. Suffering slashes down my spine, but it’s nothing compared to the white-hot regret that squeezes my chest. Nothing comes between me and my mission. Nothing. Rage fills me, my vision narrows, and all I know is I need revenge for what the General did to my mother.

I’m tired, weak, and out of breath. I’m going to kill them all. I will not be held here forever in this pathetic state. I will regain my Beta strength, I will get my wolf back, and I will kill them all, one-by-one. I will mark her, mate her, make her mine, take her power. I will kill those piece of shit triplets, while she watches, and then I will kill her! She should’ve killed me. I will get my revenge.

They’ll pay for the pain I went through. With tears in my eyes, I glance at each one of the babies. “I swear to you, my boys, I’ll make them pay for what they did to me. What they did to you. What they did to us. I’ll make them pay, I don’t care how long it’ll take. I’ll have my revenge.”

, she answered without a second thought. Ava looked at her with a questionable expression making her explain further. “Happiness because I will be reconciled with the love of my life and family because the twins will have a complete family. Revenge because those involved will pay and closure to put an end to everything. That’s why I’m doing all this, it’s for them. I still have nightmares from that day and I still ask myself the what if’s. I can’t imagine not having my children because of how fatal that accident was nor can I imagine them going through what I did so in truth, this isn’t just my revenge; it is also their revenge. This is me clearing the way for their future without any obstac