Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh, the older woman is going to get far worse treatment for her deception. But Inés comes first. She's the priority. Carmen can wait her turn." He finally set his phone down on the table, screen up, the current photo showing Inés in that damning red wig and mask. "The beauty of this plan is that I get to be the supportive, devastated husband throughout the entire scandal. I get to stand by her side, tell the media we're working through this together, that I love my wife despite her past mistakes. I get to play the noble, forgiving spouse while she suffers the consequences of her lies." "Your world is so fucking complicated," the scarred man said, shaking his head. "Why not just divorce her

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

Now, hearing that he wanted to take Aria from me… that he wanted to rewrite our lives again, the same way he rewrote the truth about Elena, it reignited everything I’d tried so hard to bury. When I came back to this country, I promised myself I would make him pay. But somehow, I got caught up in survival, in work, in raising Aria alone. I didn’t want to lose myself in revenge I wanted to be a good mother first. But now, I couldn’t just sit still anymore. Not when he was moving again. Not when he was threatening to take the only person I had left. He said his team was working with the media, trying to twist the narrative before the truth could come out. If that was the game he wanted to play,

“That’s what the medical records I requested show. As a patient of the hospital, I have access to that information.” I held up Anais’s medical records. Clear. Conclusive. Undeniable. The crowd erupted. Murmurs turned into shouts. “He abandoned his pregnant wife for his mistress!” “And she lied about being pregnant!” Matt sank deeper with every word spoken, and a bitter satisfaction ran through my body. “You’re just jealous!” Anais finally screamed. “Matt prefers me over you!” It was her turn to fall. I had originally planned for Matt to pay the price alone—but the truth was, Anais was just as guilty. And I had no problem enjoying the revenge I had prepared for her as well.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

She wore an emotionless expression on her cold face, the coldness was still very much visible even though she was wearing very heavy makeup that hid her true face. “Been waiting too long for this. throwing some punches in the air would relieve my loneliness as well as stress, it's been a while I did something to cater to my mental health. Let's do this!” Jacob exclaimed in an ecstatic voice as he slammed on the gas excitedly. Jacob has always been a great lover of revenge.He loved to return the same energy that was given to him as he has always found himself in situations that threw stones at him. Due to this, he had to fight to keep his safety as well as sanity in check.

They tried to live a normal life, far away from the shadows of the mafia that had haunted them for so long. Marvin left the darkness behind, building a simple life in a quiet town with Annalise, who was pregnant with their child. But his past never let him go. Every time he walked down the street, he felt watched. Every night, he made sure all the doors were locked and that his gun was within reach. Because he knew—sooner or later—that world would come for him again. And he wasn’t wrong. Even though Marvin had left the Silver Rose Mafia, his old enemies were still after him. Especially the client who had once ordered him to kill Annalise. They hadn’t forgotten that their target was still ali

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

Savannah reached out and grabbed Sigourney's face, squeezing harshly until red marks bloomed on her cheek. "Don't look at me like that. Drop that high-and-mighty act." "Get on your knees and beg, maybe I'll let you live." Sigourney pretended to tremble, her voice quivering. "But... why are you doing this? What do you want?" Unaware that Sigourney was probing for information, Savannah replied with childlike cruelty, "Why? For revenge, of course." "And to extort some money from your rich husband while I'm at it." Knowing Sigourney had no way to escape, Savannah didn't bother hiding anything.