Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby Mga Nobela at Kwento

Detective Cavanaugh asked. “Philip offered me a huge sum to leave his grandson. But when I told him I didn't want the money, he got so mad…” My voice broke, and I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing. “He slapped me in the face and started calling me names.” “What exactly did he call you, Ms. Stone?” “Whore. Fat bitch. Gold digger.” I took a deep breath and held back the tears. Everything I had told the detective so far was based on truth. It was what really took place on that fateful night.

Henry explained truthfully. "Join him? I'm not interested in that!" Chandler shook his head and turned him down without a moment's hesitation. All his loved ones died at the hands of the cruel Scarlet Thief, leaving him the only survivor. All these years, he spent lonesome days planning the perfect revenge, intending to avenge his family's deaths! This was the only thing keeping him alive, and now that he was yet to carry out his perfect revenge, he had no time to dally in nonsense like this!

She imagined that she would shoot herself, and then she would appear in the headlines of the newspapers: woman commits suicide out of spite, she could not stand that her beloved boss married another; at the funeral, her mother was crying; Angelo was on honeymoon; but a public bathroom would not be the best place to die, and even less for a suicide; that was not death for an international assassin, trained by the best mercenaries in the world; the best thing would be to take revenge; to distribute the pain she was feeling multiplied a thousand times; that would be fair, so she decided to execute her betrayal; she grabbed the phone and called, “Hello, Max.” “Hello, Vivian; what do you say?” “W

Why did I think everything changed after his confession of love—another lie? He cheated on me with my sister. I felt no anger towards her, no surprise, no emotion whatsoever. I had stopped having any emotions towards her years ago. I wasn’t even surprised she chose to sleep with my husband. Nothing she does surprises me. I saw Ryan’s figure emerging from the house through my rearview mirror. No. Not again. I don’t want to hear his lies again. I’m done. I reversed out of the driveway, his shouts of my name echoing in my wake.

She might’ve been weak, but her father was a different story—he was a force to be reckoned with. I had worked hard to marry into that family, giving up my first love and doing whatever it took to become the son-in-law. Over the years, I’d grown to resent my wife, especially with all the beautiful women I met. But I’d kept things discreet—because if my father-in-law ever found out what I was doing, I was a dead man. And now, as he stared at me with pure rage, I knew my time was up. “Sir, my revenge is complete. How you deal with him now is your choice,” the man in the suit said, turning and leaving me to my fate.

Right from the beginning, her mother has always been the one giving her helpful advice, especially on how to play the good wife before Xavier in order to lavish his wealth without him complaining about it; after all, that's the main reason why she has been with him, because of his wealth. "Yes, Mum, and the worst part of the whole story is that Xavier isn't even doing anything to get rid of her," she said to her mother, who nodded in reply. "But why would you want Xavier to get rid of her?" Her mother asked her. "Come on, Mom, don't tell me you don't have a clue; why do you think that she came back to New York City if not for revenge?" Claudia asked her mother.

His right hand formed into a fist, and he lightly punched me on my upper arm. “I am glad you have seen the light. Taking revenge was never a good thing. Look at her. Hadn’t she suffered enough? Her husband cheated on her with her best friend, divorced her, and left her penniless while she had a sick daughter to tend to.” He said. Now, his expression began to loosen up. The tightness around his eyes and lips began to unravel. The abrupt change in his expression had me narrowing my eyes into slits as suspicion overtook reason.

“I decided the moment you started using dirty tricks to get their contracts and approaching their clients behind their backs to sign with you. I told you from the start that if this was going to work then there should not be any dirty tricks. But you went back on your word and hired one of his people to work for you. I can’t work with someone like that.” He chuckled. “I thought you of all people would understand why I did what I did. James had a hand in my wife’s death and Nick sent you to prison for something you didn’t do. I thought you would want revenge as much as I do.” I leaned forward. “Mr Ryan, I want revenge as much as you do but I want to get it the right way. I don’t want to be in

Flipping on the switch, he lay deep underwater, the bath breaking into bubbles. I took it as a way of venting his frustration. My chest tightened. He was my husband, a man who gave me purpose, and I couldn't return just a slight favor because of some stupid scar burning in my chest. I took a shaky breath, throwing him a glance. "One day... I promise." With that, I sauntered out, slamming the door behind me and leaving him to hurt, like he always did— but I had to survive. Revenge first.

“Revenge for what?” I met his gaze, my voice low and deadly. “For killing one of their own.” Rodger inhaled sharply, realization flickering across his face. I had murdered an FBI agent and his wife i cold blood. And while I expected some backlash, I didn’t think they would be stupid enough to retaliate like this. “So what the hell do we do now?” I tilted my head, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “We end this. Tonight.” Rodger studied me for a moment. Then he grinned. And with that, the plan was set in motion.