Romance Novels About Revenge Novels & Stories

"...occurs when you stop seeing someone's wrongdoings. When everything seems unreal, it is when you are blindly accepting the person’s evilness. Love is destruction, Your Highness.” But I never imagined that when I said those words, he would know exactly what I meant. It's not the same reason I seek revenge since before I knew it, he was already pursuing me to the furthest edge of the world. It's strange, but it became stranger when I followed the guidebook for the villainess.

CHAPTER 65 SALVATORE POV After I left Lena's room I couldn't sleep. I stood on the balcony outside my office . The island was quiet. My mind wasn't. For years every decision I made had been built around one single purpose, revenge. Every alliance I formed. Every bullet I fired. Every sacrifice I demanded. Everything pointed toward destroying the people responsible for the Romano massacre. I'd structured my entire life around that one goal. Now I asked myself a question I'd never thought possible. If revenge cost Lena's life, would I still choose it?

As his lips brushed hers, she clamped her teeth down on his lower lip with every ounce of resentment she possessed. Dominic let out a sharp yell of pain, recoiling as the copper taste of blood filled his mouth. He pressed a hand to his lip, staring at the crimson stain on his fingers with an expression of stunned disbelief. "You little—" he began, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Don’t you dare mess with me," Ava hissed, her body trembling but her gaze unwavering. "Else I’ll murder you in your sleep. I mean it, Dominic. Try that again and you won't wake up."

Dante POV Isabella made good of her word. She really was addicting. I hadn’t gotten that much enjoyment out of a woman before. The sex was good, but once I was finished, the drive was usually gone. I was a man with needs, so lots of sex was a part of my life. But it wasn’t ever with the same person until now. I fucked her once, but immediately afterward, I wanted her again. I told myself that my obsession came from the context of the situation. She was the daughter of my mortal enemy and stuffing my come between her legs felt forbidden and felt like a form of revenge and a way to get off without actually killing her.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

Because if I couldn't have him to myself, I'd rather not have him at all. But instead I stormed to him, and without any further thought, I slapped him hard on the face, his face whipping fast to the side. I glared furiously at him, and when he turned to look up at me in his seated position, his face stained red with my hand imprint, I realized I had been underestimating my feelings for him. I was falling bad for him. This was supposed to be a relationship I used to get my revenge on Bianca and Dominic, but it seemed I was getting too invested in my feelings for the guys.

“You can have a lot of fun taming her. We'll start at fifty thousand for her price.” I casually looked at the slave in question, studying her. My mind jolted as I caught sight of her face. Her dark hair, her soft features. Her beautiful but strained body, the pain and exhaustion on her face. Spice? Her name was not Spice. It was Marlowe. Marlowe Sage Kunetsov. I could never forget. What the fuck was she doing here? I inhaled slowly to call my racing heart. I was not supposed to be reacting this way. She was not supposed to be drawing this kind of reaction from me. At least, not anymore.

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

“Are you always in the habit of mistaking strangers to be your daughter? Is it a thing with people in your house?” “Am I accusing?” Mira asked sweetly. “Tell me, Elle. Did you get surgery to look different so you could come back for revenge like the pathetic female leads in those thrashy romance books you used to read?” Elle’s fingernails dug into her plan. She couldn’t breathe as her mother’s words sliced through her, forcing her back to the old times.

The privacy screen rose between us and the driver, sealing us in together. "Where are we going?" My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Somewhere we can talk without interruption." He pulled out my mother's necklace from his pocket, let it dangle between us. The silver chain caught the light, and my chest ached. "Give it back." "Earn it." He pocketed the necklace again. "Tell me what you were doing in Marcus Zhao's office." "That is none of your business." His hand shot out, grabbed my jaw, forced me to look at him. "Everything about you is my business. You are my fiancée."