Vengeance Is Mine Novel Novels & Stories

"I still can't believe that we've reached here, Siege. I love you." "I love you more, Luna Celestina Villarama, my beloved," Siege softly whispered to me, making me feel hot. "Do you still remember how you plotted your vengeance against me after I rejected you?" I scrunch my nose. "What's with that random question?" I laughed. "My vengeance is yet to begin, Alpha Siege Wong. I'll let you raise my pups on your own, so you can feel the wrath of someone you once rejected," I teased him.

He gave her body a last, lingering look. "Get out! Get out!" He closed the door slowly to antagonize her. His triumphant grin turned to full laughter as the first object hit the door where he'd been. A concession followed. Chased by profanity as she called him every filthy name she could conceive. Good. She's learning the way of it now. How it's going to be. She's going to hate it. I'm going to love every minute of it. Vengeance had never felt better or tasted sweeter.

But she isn’t. Lauren didn’t steal anything from her. That was the bitter little story Cassandra tells herself at night, the one she repeats until the lie feels like truth. It’s a self-soothing fable: the world wronged me; someone else got what I deserved. That kind of thinking breeds resentment, not competence. And now that deceit has ossified into something uglier, a hatred for Lauren so bright it blinds her. She wants revenge. She wants a title. She wants to be seen. That single-mindedness has narrowed her focus until all she can taste is the idea of Lauren’s downfall. That’s good for me.

She grabbed a cup of water from her car and poured it over my canister, trying to block the spray. Then, without warning, she snatched up a military shovel and swung it viciously in our direction. I could not let go. If I did, Benjamin would fall to his death. With him strapped to my back, I had no time to dodge. The shovel came down hard, slamming into his arm with a sickening crack. His scream tore through the pit as blood splattered across the sand. Then, he fell unconscious. Celeste spat, "You filthy piece of trash! Still trying to turn Vincent against me? Let's see how many more hits you can take."

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

The intensity of my thoughts surged through me, fueling my resolve to seize control of my own destiny. In the dim light of my room, I plotted my revenge, weaving a narrative of deceit and manipulation. It was a dangerous game, one that could have consequences I hadn't fully anticipated. But I was beyond caring. The fires of vengeance burned within me, and I was ready to unleash them upon the world that had wronged me. I knew that Amber had truly been reborn—a phoenix forged from pain and anger. My mind raced, crafting a plan that would leave Brittany Davis shattered, just as I had once been.

Her thirst to avenge herself and the precious things she lost because of those people Anthea stood in front of her desk while her eyes stared at the blue file lying neatly on her desk. She smiled at the title of the file, but there was no sign of happiness in her blue eyes. Instead, they glinted dangerously as she reached her hand down before picking up the file in her hands. "Rayan Allen," Anthea whispered, the name that was the sole reason behind her nightmares, her wounds, and her thirst for vengeance. There's nothing that could stop a woman who sets her mind to vengeance, and if the woman's name was Anthea Morin, then

On the surface, she was a medical doctor, but in reality, she had only studied medicine for four years, and even her thesis was plagiarized. In an instant, many things that I had once been confused about clicked into place. That explained why Herman flattered her so much despite her average looks. He must have figured out her identity. A few days later, he asked me for a divorce. My guess was confirmed when I saw how eager he was to marry Giselle. Suddenly, I felt a deep, overwhelming sense of helplessness. Giselle's background was beyond anything I had imagined. It made me doubt that I could take my revenge on her and Herman.

--- Everything goes black. The darkness slams into me like a freight train, crushing me into the ground, pressing the air out of my lungs. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything except lie there and let the weight of it suffocate me. Viktor is laughing. "Look at you," he says. "The great Elara Vance. The woman who killed the Collective. The woman who broke the veil. And here you are, nothing but a pathetic little worm squirming in the dirt."

Don't you want revenge? A trace of hatred flashed across Penelope's eyes and her face darkened when she heard those words. She secretly gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Of course, I want revenge." The man stretched out a hand and gently lifted her chin, as if teasing a toy. "If you want revenge, you have to obey me. I promise to make Caleb fall from grace. How does that sound? Do you want to cooperate with me?" After a moment of silence, Penelope nodded resolutely with a cold and terrifying look on her face.