Ruthless Revenge On My Cheating Fiance Novel Novels & Stories

And again. She never failed me. Not once. Rosalie was obsessed with me. She loved me so much it hurt. She begged me for scraps, swallowed my lies, waited through my silences, cried when I didn’t come home. That kind of woman doesn't cheat. She wouldn't betray me. So how the hell did she slip through my fingers? I could still feel the sting on my cheek from when she punched me. Her eyes had been wild. Unrecognizable. And then she wiped her mouth like my lips were diseased—like I was something rotten. Like she was disgusted by me.

To the paparazzi lining the docks, we were the ultimate scandal: the billionaire couple who had cheated death and a divorce, returning to their ancestral roots for a "Reconciliation Honeymoon." "Smile, Rachelle," Nikolai whispered, his hand resting possessively on my waist. He looked every bit the powerful Santoro heir in his linen suit, though I could feel the tension in the muscles of his back. "The cameras need to see a woman who has forgotten everything but her husband’s touch."

“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.”

She looked at Nico and pouted, "Baby, I told you that lying is bad. Now look, your little wife thinks that we are practicing incest." "My ex-wife, baby. She has nothing to do with me anymore." Freya looked on, realizing just how foolish she had been for the last five years. Her husband had been cheating on her right under her nose, and she had never suspected it. He must have really enjoyed making a fool out of her. "Nico, you must be really happy, right?" Freya asked. "Of course, I am happy. I finally got rid of a leech, so how could I not be happy?"

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she shouted, yanking the maid by her hair and slamming her against the wall. The girl cried out in pain. The chef remained rooted in the corner, wide-eyed and shocked by the violence. Aura shot her a venomous glare, and she immediately turned away, pretending to gather ingredients to prepare her breakfast. The maid stumbled away, sobbing quietly, while Aura sighed deeply. Strangely, hurting someone had eased her tension, even if just a little. A cruel smirk curved her lips. She would get herself cleaned up. She would get her life together. And then she would take everything from Isabella—piece by piece. Starting with Prince Karl.

That truth angered her because it felt like she was the cause of everything, and the guilt only made her resentment toward Lyriel grow deeper. She fell softly on her bed, sighing bitterly to herself, "Damien… even if you’re angry at me, why would you take it out on my family? We’ve been together for so long… why is it suddenly a crime that I drugged you my own fiance?" She muttered, her frustration turning into helplessness. Just then, the door opened and Natalia walked in, holding a plate of steaming food. She placed it carefully on the small table beside the bed.

"It's getting old." "I'm not performing anything. I'm leaving you. For real. Permanently." "Because of what? Because I was honest about wanting an open marriage? Because I refused to keep pretending we were happy when we both knew it was a lie?" "You cheated on me. For months. With multiple women." "I explored options. There's a difference." He moves closer. "But you, Seraphina. You actually cheated. Snuck out to a hotel. Slept with some random stranger. Came home smelling like guilt."

“Whatever it is, it’s not worth dying for.” Sophia choked back a bitter laugh, the weight of her emotions crashing over her. Not worth it? She had been humiliated in front of everyone she knew, betrayed by the man she was supposed to marry, and now, her entire life felt like a dark, twisted joke. She didn’t want his sympathy. She didn’t want his pity. With a surge of anger, she shoved him away, her fists pounding against his chest. “I didn’t ask for your help!” she screamed, her voice raw and broken. “I wanted it to end! I wanted it all to stop!”

“Alias is a spoiled little brat who thrives on control. He likes to think he owns everything, including you. The moment he sees you with me? He’ll realize he’s lost.” I gaped at him, completely at a loss for words. This had to be a joke. “You’re insane.” He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been called worse.” “I don’t even know you,” I snapped, my voice rising. “And you think I’m just going to… marry you? For revenge?!” He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. I get to annoy my nephew, and you get to show him you’re better off without him.”