Novel & Cerita Vengeance Of The Ex Wife

Hazel melts into green and blue, bright center dragging me under, pulling me into something dark and suffocating. A vision crashes hard into me. All too quick. A knife plunging into her stomach. A faceless man. Blood everywhere. Brooklyn on the floor, dying, whispering through broken breaths: “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want in return.” My chest clenches violently. I can’t breathe. The world tilts. Was she… Was she also killed the same night I died?

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

Damien placed his head against her shoulder and said in a lazy voice. " You really should learn to do as you are told, babe " " Dame, what are you..." " You Bastard! Get the fuck away from her! She has nothing to do with this! " " oh, but that's not true Winter, we both know She's the reason why this is all happening. My loving Ex Wife always has to make a scene where she goes. It wouldn't have had to come to this if only your stupid husband had agreed to help me. Now I'll have to go for plan b "

Damon Said she was accusing him of having a hand in our father's death. She is definitely back in New York to get revenge, Lily said with anger. Victor looked at her calmly. With an evil smirk he said, Eva is like a wounded dog and hungry for revenge. We will send her back to where She came from, I will do everything possible to bring her down, he said. Victor took his Cell phone and Called Ben, who is his secret right hand man, who does his dirty bidding and finds out about people's lives; he Also monitors people's lives.

"Sherlyn, come over and thank Mister Wolf with me! He's our savior and I finally see hope in avenging your parents." The sight of his children and a grandson dying at the hands of the Scarlet Thief replayed in his head and tears welled in his eyes as he mourn his family; his resentment for the Scarlet Thief deepened with each day that passed and he desperately wished to tear the Scarlet Thief apart to avenge his family.

I reached the parking lot and was about to climb my car when someone called my name. A frown formed on my head when I saw her familiar figure. Longing pierced me that it was an effort to breathe. I shook my head, thinking my eyes had been deceiving me. She was the last person I expected to see. Blood rushed to my head. Rage, the magnitude of which I was unable to comprehend, enveloped my entire being, making me tremble inwardly. Martina, my ex-wife, had finally shown up.

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

She was staring out the window, a faraway look on her face. “Naturally, I'd be happy for her". I continued. “I never really forgot her, but I moved on as best as I could. I never even knew where she was, though I saw her father in the news every now and then. If where I'd met her again wasn't a bar, and her eyes weren't bulging and blood red, I'd bear no ill will toward her ex-husband. She found happiness, and it would have been enough for me. But that's not the case. I met her broken. He broke her. He has to pay". I glanced at Charlotte sleeping very peacefully in the passenger seat. I could not imagine what would make someone hurt Charlotte. Unless he was twisted as fuck. And twisted as fu

However, the doors that held them captive remained immovable. Would this be their end? She lowered her head, gazing at the unconscious man. Even with blood-soaked hair, he was still remarkably handsome. Samantha couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow. She let out a bitter laugh and reached out to touch his pale lips and face. It seemed that they were really ill-fated. He had ruined her life completely, destroying her family, her face, and her married life. She had worked tirelessly to improve herself. Her return was fueled by her desire to seek revenge. She wanted to make him suffer as she had suffered, leaving him with nothing and pushing him to rock bottom.

"The public loves a hero, but they also love a fallen hero even more. Especially when the fall is dramatic." “I want to ruin her. Not just her company, but also her name and reputation. Everything she holds dear. Vance, with a smile “And how do you plan on doing that? We play on her weaknesses. Her past and also her personal vendettas.” Vance picked up a file from my desk filled with manufactured evidence and doctored photos. “We will paint her as reckless and unstable. A vengeful woman who used unethical means to achieve her goals. We highlight every wrong step, every accusation and we amplify them a hundredfold.”