Romance Novels About Revenge Novels & Stories

His expression immediately changed to worry in between surprise. "No need for revenge?" he asked. "Really?" Arleena's laugh escaped. "No, it's not that there's no need for revenge, but... you don't need to help me." While Gabriel frowned, Arleena smiled a knowing smile. There was something implied by the look in his eyes that looked at the drink with a glance. "I know what's the right way to repay that jerk," Arleena said confidently. Gabriel looked at Arleena, both wondering and impatient. But because Syerin said that with a confident tone, Gabriel knew: he didn't need to doubt Arleena.

He’s usually so calm, this was new. “Don’t talk like it’s just your revenge,” I said softly. “It’s ours. We started this together, i have to finish it too.” He grabbed my hand tight. “I don’t care about revenge anymore, Fran. I care about you, you’re reckless. You look at Lombardi like you feel sorry for him. You went to the docks with him, he’s playing with your mind. This whole thing is hurting you.” He talked fast. His hand was hot on mine. He didn’t look at the file, only at my face.

he exploded. "I want to know everything, Ethan," Elena said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity as he closed the distance between them. Elena backed away, her heels hitting the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't escape the piercing gaze of his eyes. "You want to know everything, Elena Wellington?" Ethan's voice was low and frightening, his words dripping with a threatening tone. "This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize."

I can get out of this house, get away from Damien, away from the memories and the basement. But I get to start a new life, far away from Italy. As much as I want to get my revenge for him murdering my family and my fiancé. I knew damn well I wasn't as strong as he was. But one thing is for sure: I will never forgive him. I pulled the blanket up around me and finally let myself sink back onto the mattress. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about the mansion, the blood, or Damien. My mind pulled me backwards, eight years ago. Back to another life, the girl I used to be. The first time I met Damien De Luca, before the hatred, blood, and everything was destroyed. Now I'm pulled back to the

"Sequence matters. Conflict of interest first. Give it two weeks to create friction. Then if she doesn't move on him the records become the pressure point." Lilith was quiet for a moment. "He's going to know it's us," she said. "He'll suspect," I said. "He won't be able to prove it." "And Ravenna?" I thought about the corridor. The closed door. The way she had said *same as you* and left exactly no room for the sting of it to be acknowledged. "Ravenna will be harder," I said honestly. "She's not going to move on him easily. She's decided something about him."

I was to be available when needed, silent when not, and convincing enough to sell the illusion of intimacy. And in return he would offer me power. Position. Revenge. Everything Caleb thought he’d stolen from me, Dominic was offering back—multiplied. All he wanted was my signature. I stood by the desk in silence, fingers wrapped around the pen. It was heavier than I expected, cold metal pressed to my palm. “Just walk away,” I whispered to myself, “you don’t need to get revenge,..you aren’t that petty.” But the problem was that I wanted to be petty - for just this once.

The familiar burn helped steady her nerves as she sank into a leather chair, kicking off her heels with relief. Victoria would be furious about tonight's interaction. Would see it as an unnecessary risk to their carefully constructed narrative. To the revenge plan they'd executed with precision. But something about seeing her parents about her mother's puzzled scrutiny had awakened questions Camille had buried. What was she really achieving with this elaborate revenge? Was destroying Stefan's company and Rose's reputation truly healing the wounds they'd inflicted? Or was she simply creating new scars to layer over the old ones? Her phone buzzed again. Alexander: *Sometimes returning to who w

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

" A collective gasp filled the air. The words had a haunting, familiar ring. Asher had publicly eviscerated me with lines just like these more times than I could count, and I had taken it, too love-blind to walk away. Now, I served every cruel syllable back to him—a perfect, precise reflection of his own poison. Let him feel the searing humiliation of being trash in the eyes of the one person whose esteem he craved. I had lived that hell. Now it was his turn. The knife fell from his limp fingers to the floor. I let out a cold, dismissive snort. "And here I thought you had some conviction. If you'd actually gone through with it, I might have respected you a little."