Spouse Gets Vengeance Novels & Stories

"You made a mistake tonight, Mrs. Cole. Your grandfather made the same mistake, and your brother made the same mistake. They're both dead. You will be too." I typed back quickly, my fingers steady for the first time in weeks. "Then come and get me." A pause, then: "Oh, I will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you to think about your baby, about the life you're risking, about whether revenge is really worth it." I looked at the message and smiled. "You killed my brother," I whispered to the empty car. "You killed my grandfather. You threatened my child. Revenge isn't the question, Mr. Vance, Justice is. And I'm going to make sure you get both."

The bitch had already known about Mel being protected by Bryce, because she investigated after Mel started going out to her new working place. The woman understood the reason why her husband has been moody and having sleepless nights, but instead of discussing it with him, she just proceeded with her original plan to eliminate the one at the center of it all. After all, this nonsense all started because of the existence of the boy born by that slut. That was Chairman Charles' wife belief, so she planned for them to be ambushed. She was out with the maid who found one way or the other to tag along, and since the woman wanted her pretense to work perfectly, she wouldn't mind a witness.

As long as Arleena's attention is enchanted by Hugo's charm, Arleena begins to be lulled. "He has to face me—" "Hugo..." "Tell him it's not enough for him to just get one lesson—" "You want to replace Justin's position as the fiancé of the man who married me?" Silence. Hugo stopped moving, stunned for a split second. The two looked at each other two inches from each other. Each other's eyes were glued to each other. No one made a sound. Before finally, Arleena spoke. "Help me get revenge one more time, Hugo."

Damian started by offering to escort her home, and initially, Martha refused, but Damian insisted, saying, "This road is dangerous. There was a robbery a few days ago. If you don't want to, it's okay." Martha began to feel scared, and she accepted Damian's help again, letting him escort her home. Damian continued to strategize to make Martha fall into his arms. With his skill in words and winning hearts, Damian successfully conquered Martha, leading to marriage. Unfortunately, Damian made a wrong move; he failed to get all of Martha's wealth because he couldn't control his own desires. And it ended up like this. *Flashback off Damian sighed repeatedly, "Forgive me, Martha." That was the only

"Only if you let them. Ethan mistreated you, I would never do that I would show them just how valuable and important you are. And even if they still didn't like you no one would dare say a negative word to you, not even Ethan himself. Think of it optimistically." "There is no optimism. I got rejected by my husband and suddenly I'm married to his brother? How did that happen?" "Love?" He shrugged with a half smile. "We'll tell them I've always loved you. It could even be the reason I left the pack. Even when we were children Ethan was always jealous of everything I had. It would be the perfect revenge against Ethan. Seeing you happy with me." That made me pause, the idea of getting revenge on

“So do the rest of my ex-husband’s relatives. Get in line, babe.” She paced slowly in front of us. She didn’t bother to suppress it, letting her eyes linger warmly on me before slowly coming to a stop. “I got everything I needed. A woman like me shouldn’t care about you three anymore, right? But I just can’t stop myself. I have to get my revenge.” Her gaze slid over to Janice. “I’ll kill the woman you all love.” “You already got what you wanted…” Calder pushed forward, nose flaring. “You’re crazy,” Aiden growled. “I should have killed you with my own hands years ago.”

“That’s what the medical records I requested show. As a patient of the hospital, I have access to that information.” I held up Anais’s medical records. Clear. Conclusive. Undeniable. The crowd erupted. Murmurs turned into shouts. “He abandoned his pregnant wife for his mistress!” “And she lied about being pregnant!” Matt sank deeper with every word spoken, and a bitter satisfaction ran through my body. “You’re just jealous!” Anais finally screamed. “Matt prefers me over you!” It was her turn to fall. I had originally planned for Matt to pay the price alone—but the truth was, Anais was just as guilty. And I had no problem enjoying the revenge I had prepared for her as well.

I screamed, reaching out for the sparks, but they vanished into the wind. I was alone. My husband was a monster, my daughter was a prisoner, and my protectors were gone. I looked at the real Bryan, and for the first time, I didn't see the man I loved. I saw the target. The revenge that had been simmering in my soul since the very first day became a raging fire. "You think you’ve won?" I stood up slowly. I wiped the blood from my mouth. "You think because you have a fancy remote and some metal puppets, I’m just going to roll over?"

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

The thought of Dani will keep me hard the entire time. "Do you even want to do this or am I forcing you?" "Ofcourse!" I say. "I want to do this!" "Doesn't feel like it!" Vanessa grumbles. "My husband is dead. Your wife is gone. I know losing a spouse is not easy. So let's try to fùck away the pain. This is me trying to make you feel good here. So stop closing your eyes as if you are scared of me and fùck the shìt out of me!"