Weight Gain Revenge Story Novels & Stories

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

It was disappointed. Raina slowed her steps, suddenly tense. “What happened?” she asked, voice tentative. Neither of them answered, the silence was suffocating. Margaret simply turned the screen of her phone toward her. Raina’s heart thudded once, and then again . There it was… her voice. “…I’m just using the baby, obviously. I know how to play him, and trust me, this pregnancy is my golden ticket.” Raina’s blood ran cold. Her image was plastered beneath the video: “Gold Digger Baby Mama: Raina Weston’s Plot to Scam the Kingston Empire”

“It is a very long story, so I hope that you can listen to it.” With that K began to tell a story, her past life story which her guys listened to every single word. They just didn’t know what this story’s meaning was as they knew that this wasn’t K story. However what K said next shocked them. “The woman was poisoned and she died. However, she received a second chance and woke up in the body of a young girl who had been abandoned by everyone and committed suicide by overdose. Given a second chance at life, the reincarnated woman swore to revenge for all the pain that the dead girl went through. Just like that the gangster woman became a teenager with a new life and began her journey to succe

Her build and height barely match her weight. Her position really wasn’t something just anyone could hold. “Smack!” A sharp sound rang out as she slapped me without hesitation. “You little b*st*rd! It took me an hour to find this place. If all employees worked like you, the company would’ve gone bankrupt long ago!” In my previous life, she had used ruthless methods to control public opinion. She was also the one most directly responsible for my parents’ deaths. I suppressed my anger and looked at the two-hundred-pound figure in front of me, my expression calm.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

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.

Sophia’s chest tightened. “Who?” Marissa shrugged slightly. “They never proved it.” “But they’ve believed it ever since.” Sophia’s thoughts spun. “You’re saying they came back here for revenge?” Marissa nodded slowly. “And they planned it carefully.” Sophia suddenly felt sick. “What kind of revenge?” Marissa’s voice softened. “They wanted to ruin the people who embarrassed them.” Sophia stared at the ground. “But that doesn’t involve us.” Marissa’s gaze darkened. “Are you sure?”

I caught my reflection in one of the pots lining the wall and another quiet sob escaped my lips. The woman staring back at me didn’t feel real at all. Puffy, chubby cheeks. Red, hollow eyes and a swollen body which weigh over a hundred pounds heavier than I used to be. God… how did I become like this? It started two years ago when I gave birth to our son, Tristan. My Tristan. May God rest his soul. Complications during his birth had damaged parts of my body and my hormones went wild in the process making me add weight. The weight had came suddenly, settling in all the wrong places before I knew it until my once-perfect figure became shapeless.

That, I could understand. “How are you?” he asked. I blinked. “What?” He fumbled slightly. “Uh… considering how things went down the last time we saw each other… how’ve you been?” “A lot better,” I said, my voice steady now. “The Lancasters basically own Grant Holdings, your mom’s buried in lawsuits, and her reputation is…” I paused, letting the satisfaction settle in my chest. “Beyond saving. I got my revenge, so…” “So?” he repeated, one brow rising.