The Second Act: Revenge Novels & Stories

He just knew he could. “Don't touch me.” Madeline gritted taking his hands away and not liking how his lips had curved to one side. She didn't know what games he was playing but she knew she didn't want any part of it. He wasn't the man she had fallen in love with in the past. This man was another Kane Whitemon. A man showering with excess luxuries and glamour. He was far from her reach and she didn't even want him.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

And indeed, the man made sure she didn’t get a cent from him. Five years later A man was in his study as his assistant was telling him that his second wife was trying to find out what exactly Mark was after. The man got annoyed because his wife was pregnant, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. His assistant told him that she was going to meet with Mark and that she was with her friend Luke. “Are the bodyguards following them from a distance?” Robin nodded and said, “Follow them, too.” The other man nodded and left the study.

“Not anger, not hurt, not even hatred really. Just this cold, clear desire to see him destroyed, to take everything from him the way he tried to take everything from me.” Dorian nodded slowly, understanding flickering across his features because if anyone could comprehend that particular flavor of vengeance, it was him. “Good,” he said simply. “That’s good because now that you’ve come out publicly, now that everyone knows you’re alive and thriving and more powerful than you ever were as his Luna, it’s time for phase two.” I smiled then, really smiled, feeling something fierce and wild rise up in my chest. “I was hoping you’d say that.“

“Please… let me go.” “No, can't do. Quinn’s woman right? I heard no one touches his stuff. That bastard has been a pain in the ass for years. Getting at you, is just the beginning of my revenge.” He stuck his hand higher, I felt them right on my vagina. “No!!” “Please!!!”

"after what just happened, hell no!" "They are already calling you. There is no time. We are actors, let's act together one last time and I will never bother you again." he told her. She looked at him, fury boiling in her. He was right, there was no time to get someone to walk her down the aisle anymore. She put on a smile and took his hand. The doors opened and they marched down the aisle together. He gave her hand to Gabriel when they got there. And that had been the last time they saw each other.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

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.

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

This man. No. He should be the last thing I should be thinking about right now. I am going to meet with those devils today. Left for me, I will gladly cancel. But I have to. I need to rub it in their faces that I am their Queen now. I am above them, and they are rightfully below me. Time to enter phase two of my revenge. Ruining their lives...