The Revenge Of The Empress Novels & Stories

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

I would believe anything against my father, since I had seen how he was able to manipulate everything and everyone to his advantage. Finally, I stepped inside the Empress’ private chamber, the air thick with incense and old secrets. Her chamber was as I remembered, lavishly ancient, walls lined with faded tapestries and the scent of wolfbone tea steeped in history. She sat in her chair by the carved window, frail in body, but with eyes that burned with a thousand memories. “Boris,” she greeted, her voice a silk thread wrapped around steel. “You look… haunted.” “I am,” I replied honestly.

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.

"Fuck you, Angelo! Fuck you and your accusations! You have no right to question me! Not after what you did! At least you didn’t catch me in our matrimonial bed fucking your uncle” His face darkened. "So this is your revenge? Fucking my family to get back at me?" A cold smile twisted my lips. "This?" I gestured to my wedding dress. "This is just the beginning. You and Bella will pay for what you did to me. I'll ruin you both." Angelo's expression changed his anger fading away, replaced by something else something like...fear. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him suffer like I suffered, he’d taste something even more bitter and painful than I did.

I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother”

His gaze fixed on Bianca, he walked over and immediately slapped Bianca. Bianca's body fell to the floor. The woman clutched her hot cheek. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Not only physically, but her heart also hurts to have been treated like this. The woman gritted her teeth in anger, she hobbled up and returned a slap to Xavier. "How dare you!" Xavier growled in a low whisper. Instead of feeling scared, Bianca seemed to be challenging Xavier. The two of them stared at each other intently as if neither of them wanted to budge.

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

In Amanda's eyes now only the silhouette of Gregori remained. The two of them did not expect that, in the mirror outside the door, a figure of a woman in a white shirt was looking at them angrily. The woman with gray-green skin, black hair falling down to her back, shed blood-red tears of hatred. The ghost slowly stepped out of the mirror, lurking outside the door, causing all the electricity in the house to flicker as if the power was so high that it could burn at any time. But a cold breath from the door filled the place where the two were sitting. Is this a ghost who died due to hatred, so he hates any happy couple?

"Hahaha, that's not certain. You'll see, you'll see where your days will be filled again with a love more perfect than before." "In this world, there is no such thing as perfect love. There is only betrayal and lies." The empress's words weighed heavily on the woman. She fell silent, staring at the suddenly sad eyes. The woman, who had unparalleled power in the empire and her family, had become a recluse ever since she was betrayed by a man who knew no shame or gratitude. Even the woman desperately wanted to kill the man who had wounded the empress's heart beside her. But she tried to stay calm and comfort the empress.