Vengeful Ex Novels & Stories

"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.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

“She wanted the image of power without the man behind it. You see all of me the kid from Queens, the ruthless CEO, the man who wants to worship you and protect you at the same time. She can’t touch that.” He kissed me deeply, possessively. “Let Theo and Victoria play their games. You focus on your show. On your art. On being the brilliant woman I fell for. And when the opening comes, you will shine with or without their interference.” I clung to him, heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. Theo Langford now had a powerful ally in Victoria Lang Damien’s bitter ex-wife, driven by old wounds and a desire for revenge. The battlefield had grown larger.

"The main reason I hate Harold... the reason I want him destroyed... is because he slept with Deja, my ex. And that betrayal is the exact reason she’s dead. Do you get it now? He ruins everything he touches." My blood turned to ice. The room went silent as the weight of his confession settled between us. The anger in his eyes shifted into something darker, an old, festering wound. "I won't have his hands on you, Valentina," he warned, his voice cracking with a desperate heat. "If you think you can run this play on your own, then do as you please. But don't expect me to watch you fall." I looked at him, my soul shaking even as I lifted my chin. "Very well then. I will do it on my own."

She ran a thriving interior design firm, her name known and respected in the business world, and to the outside world, she was the picture of confidence and contentment. But behind her calm smile, Elara carried a heavy burden. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the man who had once been her world: Kian Vance. The man who had been her husband, her partner, her everything—until he had turned cold, distant, and cruel. One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.”

I was dissatisfied with this. I wanted Cade completely ruined. But now he was still on the stage, trying to salvage the situation. “Again, we apologize for that. My wife, Lyssandra Veyn is under medication that makes her… delusional at times.” Victor Malenkov stood and the emcee rushed to him with the mic. “Then can you explain the algorithm?” Cade stuttered again, and Victor gave him a frigid stare. “I believe you’re the thief in this room then. You disrespect those of us who actually are here to show our work. You’re a fraud.”

It was the only proof that I was still alive. Shawn trembled as he flipped through the photos. Red veins appeared in the whites of his eyes. "Our investigation shows that since you took over Eversource Corp, you deliberately targeted Mr. Sadler. Does this have anything to do with your mother?" the officer said. Shawn let go of the photos. "No." "Is this revenge for Mr. Sadler allegedly cheating with Chris Cutler five years ago?" "Yes." "Why wait five years to take revenge?" Shawn balled the photos in his hand. "I don't have to answer that!"

she asked, all cheerfulness disappearing from her voice. “As soon as possible” “Did something happen with Theon? We weren’t going to start doing this until a few months from now.” She pointed out. “Nothing happened. “Mmhmm,” she replied, and I know she didn’t believe me. “Consider it done.” I hung up and gripped the phone tightly in my hand. This was necessary. The plan was to destroy the people who broke me, humiliate them more than they did to me and take away all their happiness. I would not let these resurfacing feelings for Theon stop me or distract me from getting my revenge.

“This should be… memorable.” When the call ended, Julie—now head of PR for Aurelia Luxe—entered the office, iPad in hand. “I just saw the partnership details,” she said cautiously. “It’s his company. You okay?” Anne stood and walked to the window, staring out at the skyline she once knew. “I’m not just here for a project, Jules,” she said softly. “I’m here for closure. And revenge.” Julie lowered her voice. “You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?”

"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.”