Story About Revenge Novels & Stories

This new enterprise was built without the Horrison name and without the Cassilas name. One morning, as Hugo prepared to leave for work, he touched my cheek and said, “I know you never truly needed my surname, but I am proud you wear it.” I answered with a small smile. Embers and unhealed wounds still lived inside me, yet upon this world stage I would stand tall, not as Hugo’s shadow but as a woman who knows what she seeks. And Paris? This city will bear witness that the finest revenge is achieved when one triumphs without drawing a blade.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

And as her mouth moves higher and my breath catches and the lights of Zurich sparkle beyond the windows, I think about how wrong everyone has it. They think I’m the victim. They think Dominic is the villain. They think this is a love story about forbidden desire and impossible choices. But it’s not. It’s a revenge story. And I’m going to win.

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

her words filled with remorse as her gaze wandered, revisiting the traumatic events in her mind. "It's not your fault, Mum," Jessica reassured her mother, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and anger. She recounted what the good Samaritan who had come to Rebecca's aid had shared, "The person who hit you and ran... it was a hit and run. The driver accidentally struck you and left you injured, thinking they could escape."

He died and had died for a sin he didn't commit and it had been all her fault because she had stayed close to him so much that he became too attached to her, even up to the point of taking revenge on her behalf. She had wanted revenge but not in this manner, it made her heart bleed. Was she a bad person for how she had planned her revenge. Was it worth it, even with the results that seemed as if all her efforts had not being worth it. Would innocent people have lived if she had not involved them all in her revenge plans. Walking up ahead while dragging her suitcase behind her, she stumbled and bumped against someone, a man to be precise. The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all

Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb. What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any. I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.

The impact of those words hit me like a punch to the gut. That love triangle hadn’t just fallen apart. It had ended tragically. Suddenly, the sadness in Thomas’s eyes, the photo he kept so carefully, and even Masato’s hostility all made sense. I was getting involved in something much bigger than I had anticipated. But what did this story mean for me? I wanted revenge for Masato, but finding myself caught between these two men, I began to question my own feelings. Thomas wasn’t just a ruthless businessman. There were deeper layers, secrets he kept hidden, and now, I was involved.

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.