Novel & Cerita Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby

“Because I know it was love.” He started touching things around the office, papers, the edge of the desk, a pen...like he owned the place. It irritated me. It felt deliberate. Like he was trying to provoke me. “You,” he said suddenly, turning toward me, “look like a vindictive woman.” I raised a brow. “After you found out about Ryan cheating and having kids outside of your marriage, you went all in on revenge. And what better way than his own brother?” My expression didn’t change, but inside, I was stunned.

“Alright, alright. But I feel like a burglar on his own wedding night.” “If you keep talking, I’ll throw my pajamas at your face.” “Oh? That sounds more like a reward than a punishment,” he muttered teasingly, still smiling, still keeping his eyes shut. I shook my head, holding back a smile, and changed as quickly as I could. My heart pounded uncontrollably. I was really doing this. All for revenge. For the pain he’d caused. And yet here I was like this, in front of the man I supposedly hated. Maybe.

Genevieve. There was only one thought in my head as we both shook our hands; am I making the right decision? Was I going to place my trust in a man I know nothing about? But this….this wasn’t about trust, it’s about my revenge. It’s about me becoming stronger than I was before, it’s about me fighting for my rights. “Your head is in the cloud again,” I blinked and slowly brought my face down. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

The street around them, the gallery lights, the twelve unanswered calls sitting dark in her clutch — all of it fell away into something that felt, for the first time in longer than she could name, like the present tense instead of the wreckage of the past. When they finally broke apart, neither of them moved far. "That wasn't revenge," Andy said, his forehead resting against hers. "No." "I need you to know I'm not going to pretend it was. Not to Danny, not to Gianna, not to myself." His thumb traced her cheekbone, slow, like he was memorizing it. "Whatever this is, it's not part of the plan anymore. It's just us."

Through the night in the hospital room, I watched the girl who should have been clinging to me clutch her blanket and look at me with suspicion. I repeated the words over and over again: I am your mother. I am your mother. But she outrightly refused it and not even the world’s rejection could have been more stabbing than that of my daughter. As I watch her docile small frame fall asleep, hot tears cloud my vision and all that loom in my head is how I’ll get Derrick to pay for everything. Pay for making me a villain when I’m the victim in his foul play. Pay for burying me off from my own daughter. He will pay so dearly. Revenge is the last thing I remember before falling asleep and waking up

“You… you are here for revenge? I'm the one who lost his life. The one who spent his entire life living because he wants to get back his family's killer. But I don't get revenge. You do. How fair.” I stared him right in the eyes and uttered these words. “You stabbed my husband and you hurt my son. I don't fucking care about anything that happened to you.” “Neither will I.” He started to step back. His feet had been placed on a floor board the entire time. I looked down at his feet. There is only one thing capable of been held down like that. A BOMB.

"You made a mistake tonight, Mrs. Cole. Your grandfather made the same mistake, and your brother made the same mistake. They're both dead. You will be too." I typed back quickly, my fingers steady for the first time in weeks. "Then come and get me." A pause, then: "Oh, I will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you to think about your baby, about the life you're risking, about whether revenge is really worth it." I looked at the message and smiled. "You killed my brother," I whispered to the empty car. "You killed my grandfather. You threatened my child. Revenge isn't the question, Mr. Vance, Justice is. And I'm going to make sure you get both."

Anthony asked while holding his cup of coffee and staring at me. My plan? I stirred the iced tea I was drinking with its straw. "Revenge, I want to see him suffer!" I answered him and then I took a sip of the iced tea I was drinking. I want to see him suffer and experience what I felt when I lost Yumi. Anthony slowly put his coffee cup on the table and looked at me seriously. "Are you sure of what you want to do to take revenge on your husband?" Anthony asked me again, he has asked me this several times but I still have the same answer.

“Have you seen it? Everyone’s talking about it. She’s done, she's finished for sure and better, she's out of the picture completely!” Jessica arched a brow, keeping her expression cool despite the rush of pride swelling in her chest. “I’ve seen it,” she said, setting her phone down on the armrest. Jamie perched on the edge of the chaise, grinning like a cat that had just found a bowl of cream. “This is it, Jess. We don’t even have to lift a finger now. I've gotten my revenge against that hypocrite. And for you, well, it's clear, Aaron will never look at her the same way again and at all he'll look at her.

There was a long pause before Dion spoke from the other side of the call, "Don't think I don't know you're playing hard to get. You must have gone mad from the jealousy. From now on, I'll have someone watch you, so you can forget about leaving. I won't let the others from the pack find out their Luna is a madwoman. As for your work as Luna, I'll have Lena take over. You just rest at home." Then, he angrily hung up. But I didn't care what he said. My plan for revenge was already set quietly in motion. Then, an unmarked and unfamiliar number appeared on my phone's screen. I answered with a smile. A deep, sensual voice came from the other side. "I've arrived. Everything's ready. I can't wait to