The Second Act: Revenge Novels & Stories

I could smell the fear in her breath, and sense the anxiety in her eyes. The first phase of my revenge had been done. It was time for the second.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

"I can’t take anyone’s place. And I certainly didn’t choose to be the one who woke up instead of Mrs. Paula. But if I’ve been given this second chance in life, I want to live it without wasting any of it. Because… maybe this second chance was given for a reason. Maybe it’s meant to help someone who couldn’t keep going on their own. Don’t you think?" I ended with a faint smile, like someone who had finally said what needed to be said. Vanessa, I still don’t know what kind of life you lived. But because you told me I could use your life as a foundation for revenge… maybe I’ll consider your offer. Though... I still have no idea where to begin. The moderator quickly stepped in to regain control.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I said instead, “Or better yet, smoke at your house. You have a mansion and yet you’re always here.” I walked to the spot where I had dropped the glass and cleaned off the pieces, the whole scene replaying in my mind over and over again. I knew my quest for revenge would be difficult and dangerous. What I didn’t expect to happen was to almost die before I began. “You put on an Oscar-worthy act. I almost felt sorry for you and then I remembered how well you can fake those tears.” I didn’t answer him, mainly because I hadn’t processed the whole incident yet. I was too proud to admit how scared I had been. I was supposed to be brave and yet, it took so little to scare me.

TWO WEEKS LATER JOLENE’s POV It’s been two weeks since the will reading. The table sat in a graveyard hush and the only clink of silverware was permitted to sound. And as always, I didn't exist. My fingers still itches me from the hot water that accidentally poured on me. Not until Rebecca threw a spoon over the chowder soup just as I was about to take a sit. “Jolene.” Her voice sounded like a ticking bomb. I'd anchored myself for the hit, daring myself not to look into her eyes.

Ruben picked up his phone and continued working. Seeing that she was being ignored, Brittany's anger welled up within her and she spoke harshly," I know you Ruben, I know you don't want that heartless witch Tess to see me. You don't want us to meet even if it has to do with work. I am only a tool in your revenge anyways, I never had a place in your heart. Tess, that woman you claimed to never love, I know too well that she had a special corner in your heart. That worthless woman that abandoned her child, your son! You're still protecting her?! Shameless. "

Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

It resembled a dark theater where the lines between reality and fiction blurred, and I found myself grappling with a disconcerting reality – I was a pawn in a high stake game of revenge. Tеars wеllеd up in Mary's еyеs as shе obsеrvеd thе unsеttling scеnе bеforе hеr. Thе atmosphеrе grеw hеaviеr with еach passing momеnt, and shе couldn't bеar thе wеight of thе charadе any longеr. In a silеnt yеt rеsolutе gеsturе, shе turnеd away and lеft thе room, lеaving bеhind an air thick with unspokеn еmotions and a profound sеnsе of bеtrayal. Thе orchеstratеd sеtting, intеndеd for rеvеngе, had takеn an unеxpеctеd turn with Mary's dеparturе.

Julia stands and turns her back on me, peering over her shoulder with a slick smirk. “The second he gets here,” she sways her hips, “is the second I destroy everything in his pathetic little life.”