Romans & histoires The Revenge Affair

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

Cyril confessed, hiding his face. Everyone looked at him complicatedly. Listening to his confession, Melody sighed. Cyril should know that he would end like this. He had been trapped in a revenge dilemma for many years. Hatred blinded him and kept him in a blind circle. In the end, he suffered all the consequences. However, Cyril's reaction surprised Melody. This must be the soft side of this cold-hearted man. She pursed her lips, took out her phone, and recorded a video of Cyril's confession.

I told the Beta to investigate and report on what happened to Moon-Lake Pack and Taryn in the past three years in detail. I was reluctant to read the report when everything was presented clearly. The Beta suggested not reading it. “Alpha, it’s hard to believe what happened.” I took a deep breath, locking that document into the drawer. “List out those assholes. I will revenge for Taryn.” Part of them were already arrested. I deployed warriors to arrest the rest.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

"You said you think they're having an affair. Vanessa and James. They are. That's what caused Juliette's accident that night before the whole thing spiraled into a mental health situation. I didn't know or find out about it until she came to my house a week ago, looking lean, disheveled, and hollow. It looked like she had gone through a horror that couldn't be said and I got curious as to why he would go to such lengths to cover up his affair if that was just what it was, but I don't think that's just it. I think she's playing him too." "Who?" "My mom. Can you keep up? Vanessa, of course. I think she's playing him." I cocked my eyebrow, surprised at that—not just her theory but the dig. "Why

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

She looked back at Jeffrey sleeping peacefully, the man she had just vowed forever to. Outside the compound, hidden cameras captured her every move. Madam Jones watched from a dark van, smiling as she prepared the warehouse trap. “Come, Ava. The final Jones heir awaits.” Dawn was breaking again, but this time, the marker in Ava’s blood sang with awakening fury. The revenge story was far from over. One more choice loomed—and this time, it might cost her the man she had fought so hard to love again.

stage. Who would have thought things would change so fast? Not long ago, he was resentful toward his father for being a cheater, and now he had done the exact same thing to me. They were no different. They were both womanizers. And things would certainly get intense if I ended up with his father. That thought jolted me awake. Maybe Lesly was right—revenge is a dish best served sweet. There is no rewind in real life; Mark cannot undo his mistakes. It was my turn to do something that would make his blood boil.

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.