Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby Novels & Stories

"You know, for a while I thought all of this was for brother’s sake. Even up until recently I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt, but I was right from the start. Mr. Frank Ingram, I see nothing but an idle old man with too much time on his hands." "You ungrateful brat. Do you think any of these people will stay by your side when they..." "Find out I'm not your daughter?" The words leave my lips warm and for a second the thought made me somewhat relieved. Happy almost. Our eyes meet and his shock is evident. Imagine this was all there was. What all of this boiled down to. A jaded husband's revenge towards a dishonest wife and her bastard child.

The senior cop yelled and I urged Aldrich to sit back and stay calm. "She claimed you were the result of her memory loss and you use that as an advantage to keep her because you love her. Is that true?" The other cop interrogated, and I saw Mark chuckle bitterly. “She's my wife, cops, and I'm also the father of her unborn child. Why would I do all that to her?” He denied and I got infuriated at his denials. “You liar! Piece of shit! Bastard!” I cried out, slapping him thunderously till Aldrich grabbed me from behind.

We locked eyes and sipped wine as we stood toe to toe in his living room. "Why are you here?" he asked, running his finger down the side of my cheek and sending an electric pulse throughout my body. "My husband is fucking his coworker across town," I answered without any forethought while I pondered if this was my only reason for being here. "So this is what? Revenge?" he asked with a hint of amusement as he took a sip of his wine. "I don't know ... well, yeah, I guess it's sort of revenge and sort of evening the score," I answered before taking a bigger sip of wine. He just nodded like he understood.

“You let her get away with anything. This is why she dares to lie about me. And you tell me to let her get away with it?" “That's not—" I tried to defend myself, not knowing what was going on anymore. He had threatened to call the cops for assault, but suddenly it was all because of what Reva said. But he wouldn't let me speak. “Do you still want her? You still feel—" I stopped listening to his words and, for the first time since the beginning, focused on him. I watched his fury and venom. And the thought came to me, unwanted but loud enough that I couldn't ignore it. Why? He was the one who took Reva's husband and ended her marriage, not the other way around. Why did he appear so determined

“It was brutally cruel. Even if it hasn't been with my sister or only been one time and not anything he did for eleven months. I would never go back to him after what he did to me that night. He broke me, he knew it and he didn't care. He reached for her hand and squeezed them between his large ones. “I am sorry for upsetting you. I thought it's best you know. She nodded, I appreciate your honesty, Nichole and I'm grateful. This entire situation is difficult but I'm trying to find a new purpose and new goals. “You know the best revenge is to move on with your life ,” he kissed her fingertips.” “And I am,” she nodded, but sometimes I really want to just stick it up his ass.” She saw the amuse

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

He loosened the buttons near the wrist of his shirt once before his eyes settled on me first. And instantly, his expression hardened slightly. “You look upset.” The simplicity of the statement nearly made my throat tighten embarrassingly fast. Before I could answer, Chloe spoke first. “She saw the articles.” Drake’s gaze shifted toward Chloe slowly then toward Vivian. “What articles?” Chloe picked up her phone casually. “Apparently your wife is a manipulative gold digger destroying men emotionally across the city.” The silence afterward turned sharp instantly. Drake held his hand out calmly. “Phone.”

Every day she remained Lucien Virelli’s wife, she lost another piece of the certainty that had brought her into this marriage. Revenge had been simple. Hatred had been easy. But surviving beside the man she had sworn to destroy came with a price she had never anticipated. The longer she stayed married to him… The harder it became to believe he deserved to be destroyed at all.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken girl they stepped on. Then, when they least expect it… strike once. Strike clean. Strike so hard they never recover. True revenge isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s quiet, calculated, and absolute. Make