Vengeance Of The Ex Wife Novels & Stories

She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time. But her fingers, wrapped around her bag, tightened just slightly. Barely noticeable. Shameless? Her father’s face flashed in her mind. The day he came home with empty hands. The day everything collapsed. The nights her mother pretended not to be hungry so her children could eat. Shameless? Her lips almost curved. Almost. But she kept walking. She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time.

My dark hair was tousled just enough to hint at the chaos I unleashed in private, and my tailored shirt clung to my rippling muscles, unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the tattoos snaking across my chest—reminders of a wilder youth before I clawed my way to the top of Voss Enterprises. I sipped my scotch, the burn sliding down my throat like liquid fire, matching the heat building in my veins. Tonight was about revenge, wrapped in the sweetest, sluttiest package: Isabella Moreno, the stunning wife of my most hated rival, Victor Reyes. That slimy bastard from Reyes Corp had tried to undercut me in the latest merger, leaking false rumors to the press about my "unstable leadership." I'd crushe

This was his payback. My chest tightened as realization hit me. This was his revenge for what I did to him for exposing him, for fighting back. Now, he has taken my daughter. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my chest, trying to calm the pounding of my heart. The room felt smaller, suffocating. I could barely breathe. The last time I left Elena alone with Ethan… she died. That thought hit me like a hammer to the chest. The pain was instant, unbearable. My vision blurred again, this time from tears of pure fear. I couldn’t let history repeat itself. Not again.

Elegant, polished, her long silky hair cascading over one shoulder and her sharp eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The same woman who had called me useless, who had kissed my husband—my ex-husband—right in front of me while I lay broken on the floor. The same woman who had taken everything from me now stood in the place I had just been dragged into. My stomach twisted violently. The nausea I had been fighting since the mall surged again, mixing with pure humiliation. My legs trembled. If Drake hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. Jackson’s gaze locked on mine. For a split second, something like regret flashed across his face, but it was gone too fast. Chloe’s lips curved into

But her safety was still my priority, and that meant taking my father down as soon as possible. “Well, you take care of it then,” he watches my face for a moment, then let's out an angry exhale and walks out of the door. Kavev shakes his head. “I knew you were going to mess this up, but this is an even bigger mess than I expected.” “I'm not living my life for that old man, Kavev.” “I bet he kills her in a week then.” He doesn't say the words in anger, or disgust. Father did kill Kavev’s fiance.

I had some morals, unlike my wicked ex-wife. “Would you like to try our new signature cocktail?” That voice! Slowly, I looked up to see her standing in front of me with a tray of glowing blue drinks. Think of the devil and she appears. She wore a short red dress that clung to every curve of her body. Her luscious breasts and thighs were in full view. I felt disgusted immediately. “How dare you speak to me after what you did, whore?” I asked. Her beautiful doe eyes widened and she took a step back.

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

“I think this is a perfect retribution to a family who tried to destroy yours. “I'll proudly stand beside you to tear this house down.” She saw the smile edge on his lips before a wife one took over his entire face. “What?” “I don't think it's possible after all we've done in the past eight hours, but your words make me horny again.” She slapped his chest, as he laughed and pulled her in for a hug. “I'm glad you came to find Laila, last week in the restaurant. I don't know where this is going but at the very least, I am glad for both our sake, we both get to feel justice for the shit we've been through.”

And now, I was the villain in everyone’s eyes. “She needs to go, Zeke!” Georgia’s voice rang through the hospital room, filled with rage. “Divorce that woman. Right now!” My body tensed, my nails digging into my palms. Zeke sighed, rubbing his temple. “Mother, calm down.” “Calm down?!” Georgia snapped. “She tried to kill Ophelia! What more do you need?! She’s an embarrassment to this family—she always has been! End this marriage, Zeke. You have every right.”