Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Revenge

She retorted. " Never say never, darling. I will make it happen. You wait and see. " I said with a smile. " Listen to one thing very clearly, I hate you from the bottom of my heart. You are a bloody cheater. I don't trust you. Get lost before I lose my mind. Go away!!! I will kill you, I swear, I will kill you. I hate you... I hate you more than I hated Liam. " She said with so much anger and hatred that I was literally shocked.

Two days had passed since Isla’s encounter with Damien, and his words still echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain. “Marry me.” The memory of his face—serious, unyielding—was etched into her thoughts, replaying over and over. She paced her room, the business card he had given her clenched tightly in her hand. It felt like it was burning her palm, a constant reminder of the choice looming over her. Was this madness? Or could we call this fate’s way of giving her the perfect opportunity for revenge?

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

It looked like it came out of a fairy tale, and I couldn't wait to see how he used that room. In all of these, I plot my revenge on Marcus. Having his uncle's babies would not be enough, I had to make Donatello fall hard for me, so I could ruin his life. I knew how much he valued his uncle's advice. Having Donatello's babies would make Marcus sad, making the man who raised him, cared for him and still protects him, the man he practically worshipped like he was a god, fall at my knees? That would crush his soul.

“Novels. They keep me calm.” “I thought I keep you calm,” Tessa interjected. Vee looked up at her. “You still do. I would’ve gone insane if you weren’t here.” Tessa blushed while Raymond rolled his eyes and shut them. “What’s the novel about?” “Revenge shit,” Vee replied. “She was betrayed on her wedding day. Lost her child and almost got killed. She miraculously survived and plotted against her cheating husband and his devious in-laws. She made sick moves. Took everything from them, drove him mad, and made him feel every single pain she’d suffered, tenfold.”

“But long enough.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is low, rough around the edges. “Because if I did, you’d try to protect me,” I say, stepping closer, my hands shaking. “And I can’t be protected anymore. I can’t just stand there waiting for them to come after me again.” His jaw clenches. “And what? You’re going to do what, Elena? Walk into fire by yourself?” “I want revenge, Alex,” I whisper. “I want them to feel what I felt. To lose what they stole from me.”

I crossed the distance between us in three giant strides, and she stumbled backward, landing hard on the kitchen chair. "Enough," I growled. She smirked up at me, tilting her head. "What's wrong, Vincenzo? Can't handle the thought of Alessandro looking at me with hunger while he pleasures me?” she stood closer to me, toes to toes while glaring up at me “But you know what will be happening in my mind while we get down? Lust. Pleasure, from another man….." I crashed my lips against hers, cutting off those vile words with a kiss that was more punishment than passion.

“He doesn’t even remember what happened back then. Does that bother you?” “I…I guess it does. A bit.” “Why?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to turn this into a therapy session?” My tone was light, desperately wanting to change the topic. But there was no bullshitting Dante. “It bothers you my dear friend because you know deep down that your revenge means nothing if the poor boy does not even know the sins he’s atoning for. And when you really look at it, Beneditti is the one you should be punishing.” “I am punishing him,” I gritted out.

"You want me to help you steal a billion-dollar company from my ex-husband." "I want you to help me save a brilliant team of innovators from being bled dry by a man who doesn't understand or respect what they've built," Dante countered. "The fact that it would devastate Luca financially is merely a... happy side effect." I laughed despite myself. "At least you're honest about the revenge aspect." "I've never pretended otherwise." He leaned forward, eyes intense. "Luca deserves to fall, Vivian. For how he treated you, for how he does business, for who he is at his core. And I want to be the one who pushes him over the edge."

Ian kissing my forehead and telling me everything would be okay. For a moment, the memories felt warm. Then reality arrived like a knife. The divorce papers and Camila in our bed. His hand striking my face. The ship. The ocean. Finn. My brother's face flashed before my eyes.. My eyes snapped open and just like that, the jealousy disappeared. Replaced by something much colder. Purpose? No. I didn't want Ian back. I wanted justice. There was a difference. A massive difference. I straightened my shoulders, adjusted my dress and lifted my chin.