Spouse Gets Vengeance Novels & Stories

vespera eyes widened, she could see how lost her husband was, she had dreams to, whats more powerful then being in charge, but she knew if the cotinue, like this she will lose him, and she could'nt do that, max was all she had, adn everythign she knew she deserved, and seeing him the way he was broke her. “I’m not leaving my birthright,” he declared fiercely, and Vespera sighed, knowing he was fixated on the Don's seat. More than ever, it frightened her; she longed to retreat with her husband to a place where they could raise their child peacefully, but here he was, consumed by thoughts of revenge.

If I try to go ahead and file forcefully for a divorce, my father wouldn't take it lightly and he certainly wouldn't hand over the company so easily. So what exactly was my personal benefit in this marriage before our inevitable divorce? I frowned, tapping the pen lightly against the table, as thought rolled in and out of my head. I was just a pawn for my father's corporate survival. And to Travis I am not even that, I was simply a price that needs to be paid to achieve his goals. I was been used and no benefit to myself. I straightened in my chair, resolve slowly hardening in my chest. I needed leverage. Something that put the power back in my hands. Something that would make everyone see t

She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. “Stay away from my husband, you slut.” I stiffened, a surge of anger rising in my chest. “Excuse me?” Rachel folded her arms, her lips curving into a smug smirk. “You heard me. I see the way he looks at you and the way you flaunt yourself around him, and frankly, I don’t like it.” I held my ground, tilting my head slightly as I studied her. Beneath her bravado, I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes, the fear that her husband’s attention was drifting elsewhere. That knowledge alone sent a twisted sense of satisfaction curling in my stomach.

he nodded and turned to leave. “Given?” he turned to look at me. “No one comes back here without her; do I make myself clear?” “Yes, sir.” He then left. I fumed in anger; my chest rose and fell. She tricked me and my wife paid the price for my stupidity. For not seeing through her schemes. Oh, the things I was going to do to her when I find her. a sinister smile appeared on my face as I thought of ways I was going to kill her.

"But luck shifts. Once she started draining yours, all that was left was bad luck. I even consulted a psychic. That's why everything's gone sideways this year." When Vance remained skeptical, he continued, "As the saying goes, a virtuous wife is a crown to her husband. When she wasn't fighting you, everything was fine. The second she started pushing back, your luck tanked. A harmonious home makes everything thrive. That's ancient wisdom." "That's enough. Keep an eye here. I have to step out." Vance stood, ignoring whatever Aiden said next, and strode out while dialing his driver. "Did you check Syliaview? Is Josette back home? What about Soren's place?"

Unfairly treated. But she knew one thing about the world. The poor rarely received fairness. “We are going back to Yorkshire.” Aron’s voice lowered. But somehow, it became even sharper. His eyes locked onto hers. “Never look at me like that.” He was not allowing her anger. “You must be able to pretend to love me even when your heart wants to burn everything down.” Eva’s blood rushed faster. Her mind filled with endless questions. This was only the beginning. She had no idea how far Aron’s revenge would go.

"I've made my decision. She will be my queen." For one suspended heartbeat, nothing happened at all. The candles didn't flicker. The crowd didn't breathe. And then thunder cracked overhead — sudden, violent, utterly wrong for a night that had been perfectly clear only moments before, the kind of sound that belonged to storms, not to clear skies over a palace garden. Pain seared through my shoulder like a brand pressed straight to the bone, and I bit back a cry as a mark bloomed beneath my skin, spreading like ink through water, gold light flickering just beneath the surface before settling into something permanent. The mate bond has been sealed.

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

"Come on. Give me your hand. You have been sitting on the floor since ten minutes." I hesitated giving him my hand feeling nervous. Mckayla and Mandy furrowed their eyebrows and Mandy folded her arms and said, "why are you helping her? She looks like a dog in trash." Jake frowned upon her and said firmly, "yea but you were the one who spilled spaghetti on her. You should be apologizing to her instead of ignoring her." "Whatever." Mandy rolled her eyes and moaned. Jake clasped my hand, "come on Trina. I'm getting you out of here."

"Listen very well because I do not intend to repeat it again, I will never go with you anywhere, before taking your hand and agreeing to what you ask of me I would rather be thrown into boiling oil or buried alive. Even if you beg on your knees or walk miles away like this, I will never leave even around the corner, now go away I don't plan to talk to you anymore, for my part this subject is more than closed." I stand up with my ego shattered, I never imagined that Melek, my tender wife, would do something like this to me, however, I know I deserve it, all her indifference was caused by me, no one else. I should never have trusted my grandmother's stupid plan, I should have found another way