Ruthless Revenge On My Cheating Fiance Novel Novels & Stories

He couldn't believe that she had manipulated him, ruined his marriage, and destroyed his trust in Aurora, and he fell for the lies—every bit of her lies. He squeezed his fist behind him as he gawked at Annabel in annoyance. His eyes were full of flames of fire; he was furious as he tightened his jaw. He wanted to scream at her for every evil thing she had done; he wanted to lash harder on her; he wanted to slap her across the face to make her feel all the pains he had gone through, which he had caused him for the past years.

You can't quit. She turned and glared at me with undisguised hatred. "Claire, look at Denise. She's so thoughtful and mature! Then look at yourself. You're acting like some crazed lunatic!" Watching this absurd scene unfold, I found it almost laughable. My own mother was holding my fiancé's mistress's hand while calling me a lunatic. "The company's counting on them?" I walked over to the sofa and looked down at Jason. "Jason, did you forget something? This company belongs to the Sharp family, not the Gordons."

And an ache that didn’t know where to settle. But then, another image flashed in my head — tangled sheets, the sound of Damien’s breath, the warmth of his skin against mine. My throat tightened as the guilt rose within me. I wasn’t innocent either. I had cheated too. Maybe not intentionally, but still. While Theo was growing more distant, I’d let myself slip into someone else’s arms — someone I swore I hated. Someone who had already broken me once. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. The sound startled me. Maybe that was the truth I’d refused to see all along.

"I don’t want justice. I want revenge." The words landed like a blow. For the first time, real uncertainty flickered in Richard’s eyes. Adrian straightened, "check your notifications." He said. Richard hesitated, then fumbled for his own phone. His hands shook slightly as he unlocked it. Notifications popped up. Bank accounts: Frozen. Another. Federal investigation: Initiated. The color drained from Richard’s face. "You—" Adrian’s smirk deepened. "It’s over." Richard shot to his feet, his composure cracking. "You think you can ruin me?"

Elena There was a time I believed I had control. That if I was careful, cautious, composed—I could steer my life through anything. But control is an illusion, one I watched crumble the moment Daniel Hart lied to my face and Sophie Lane slithered into my marriage like a serpent in silk. Now, there’s only survival. And revenge. Zurich offered momentary quiet, but even the Swiss alps can’t muffle the screams of betrayal echoing in my bones. Snow fell gently outside the chalet safehouse, a beautiful mask for the chaos churning inside.

Anthea didn't seem to be fazed by his glare as she let out a mocking scoff. “I think you have a really weak memory, Mr. Allen.” Anthea couldn't help the chuckles that escaped her lips. She shook her head before meeting Rayan’s eyes once again. “You cheated on me. You fucking cheated on me with your current lover. Your fiance, Aurelia. Did you really forget that?” Anthea snapped angrily as she reminded him of his horrendous deed, which he was pretending to forget. That bastard was really something else. Anthea could feel the hatred bubbling up inside her chest uncontrollably.

The sheer delusion of it, the idea that after cheating on me, sending his friends after me, talking about my body to Damien like I was defective, he still believed the door was open, made something in my chest go sharp and clear. “No.” Marcus’s face hardened. “I’m not asking.” “And I’m not negotiating.” I took a step forward anyway, forcing him to either move or put hands on me in the open. “You lost the right to demand anything from me the night you fucked someone else and laughed about it. You don’t get to show up with hired men and rewrite the story so you’re the victim. Stay away from me.” I tried to step around him. The second man shifted, blocking the path more deliberately. My pulse s

letting that memory wash over me again. I walked past, dropping my bag, so ready to retire for the night when I felt his hand dig into my arm, dragging me back with full force, startling me. His eyes were bloodshot as he addressed me. “You're cheating on me with your sister's fiance? And you dare to be brazen about it? Is that why you asked for a divorce?” I blinked several times. I couldn't believe the words that were spewing out of this man's mouth. His voice cracked like he was going through unimaginable pain. How dare he try to mimic the pain he caused me?

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

Chapter 7 Casper My voice was like the roar of a savage wild beast, about to launch on its next prey. Fuck Raphael! “I don't need a fucking maid!” I lashed out, gritting my teeth in anger. Fuck! I hissed in anger as my chest rose and fell heavily. “But Alpha, your last maid resigned because of the preparations for her wedding.” Raphel tried to talk me into his stupid idea. “But she is back now. The bastard cheated on her and she called off the fucking wedding. You should have asked before you decided to do things on your own.”