The Perfect Wife's Revenge Novels & Stories

Jorge's grin drops instantly—his expression twisting into something dark and unhinged as Aiden's words echo through the phone. “What do I want? Revenge.You took my wife from me, Aiden. You gunned her down like she was nothing. So now… I take yours.And trust me… she’ll suffer so much worse than a quick bullet.Come find us, bastard. Let’s see how protective you really are when your little doll is screaming for you.” Aiden:-“I didn’t kill your damn wife okay? I didn’t fucking kill her. Just leave her please”.

“You’re really stupid, you know that? Truly stupid. You think recording me sleeping or saying a few words is going to turn Cassian against me? After everything you’ve done? After you made me kneel in freezing water for ten hours? After you tried to starve me in his own house?” She stood up abruptly, eyes blazing with hatred. “Why do you want me out of my marriage, Hazel? Why are you making Cassian hate me gradually? What did I ever do to you? I have been his wife for years! You just showed up and suddenly he’s obsessed with protecting you, offering you a high-paying job, treating you like some precious thing. Tell me — what is your endgame?” I tilted my head, keeping my expression cool. I wa

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

"I'm sorry wife but you're an Ildefonso's woman now. I am your husband and I will not let anyone threaten you. There's no way I will let it pass" He wants to get even. He wants revenge on the behalf of me but little did he know that the reason why I insist of marrying him was because I want revenge to. I want to get even to his father who killed my parents mercilessly. His father who attempted to end the life of a ten years old kid.

Britney was the woman who had an affair with my husband. I felt like I was seeing a movie. I wasn't able to react or do anything else. I watched silently as she took an oath, and afterward said, "I'm sorry, Marianne. I know you asked me to lie to everyone and cover for you. But I can't do that. I am under oath, and your husband was a very good man. An innocent life was lost and justice must prevail. Your honor, Marianne pushed her husband from the top of the stairs. She killed him with her hands and I witnessed it all."

"It doesn't matter who told me. You two are just a pair of scheming women, trying to climb the social ladder by seducing men." Another resounding slap echoed. Philip was genuinely shocked by his wife's antics. It seemed like he had invited trouble upon himself. "Why don't you tell me who said these things?" Philip shouted, his eyes blazing. I knew he was trying to divert attention, but his foolish wife wasn't cooperating. "Why are you hitting me?!" "Speak up!" Philip abandoned his usual refined demeanor and roared. I saw Vicky's mouth twitching as she quietly retreated into the crowd, attempting to blend in.

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

"This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize." He paused, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "In this game, you'll either rise to power and become my queen, working together to take down our common enemy... or you'll be cast back into the darkness of your past, forced to relive the wounds you're desperately trying to heal." Ethan's hands dropped from the wall, releasing Elena from his grasp. He strode to the table, snatched a file, and gave it to her. "Signed and sealed, Elena Wellington. You'll play by your husband's rules. The game is on."

“This network specialized in recruiting women, marrying them, and using their identities to establish shell companies. Many of these women disappeared after their usefulness ended.” Olivia turned her head slightly. Ethan flinched. His hands curled into fists. The prosecutor dropped the final blow. “We have evidence that the next intended wife in line was Olivia Monroe.” Shouts exploded in the room. Ethan shot up from his chair. “That’s NOT TRUE!” “Sit down!” the judge ordered. But Ethan didn’t. His voice cracked like a man drowning in his own emotion. “I loved her! I chose her! I would never, she wasn’t a front, she was,”

if it was a wife the will demanded, then it was a wife I would produce. Vivienne Hartley. The fire in her eyes, the way she resisted me, the way she stood her ground even when I made it impossible. She wasn’t pliant. She wasn’t desperate. She wasn’t easy. And that made her perfect to bend until there was nothing left but submission. I could see it already. Her pride would scream, but survival would whisper louder. Just like it had this morning. She would fight, but the more she fought, the more satisfying her fall would be.