Weight Gain Revenge Story Novels & Stories

Just watches me with those green eyes that used to look at me with wonder and now look at me with calculated coldness. "You work out," she observes. "You didn't used to. Not like this." I didn't. I started after she was gone. After Marcus Kane's funeral. Needed something to do with the guilt, the self-loathing. Turned out lifting weights until my muscles screamed was easier than thinking about what I'd done. "Guilt makes you do strange things," I say. "So does revenge." She stands. Walks toward me. Stops about two feet away—close enough that I could reach out and touch her, far enough that I know I'm not allowed to. "Tell me what you did."

I groan in frustration, my fingers sweeping through my face to my chin. "I wish there was another way out, son." The call dropped. I clenched my fist, angry and irritated. That old skunk, Lucien, has got Father wrapped around his little finger from the beginning. He leveraged on my father's open-heartedness, throwing him into this goddamn contract that will only fatten his pocket. And now that my father is dead, my hopes to save the park are tied to the forced marriage to a woman I don't know and I've never met. Cherry Odessa Damaris. I heard she's beautiful, but I really don't care for beauty.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

Not after ten. She stayed curled on the floor until her body trembled with cold, her skin was soaked to the bone, her fingers wrinkled and pale. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, felt like they could barely stay open. Thirty minutes passed before she dragged herself up, wrapped in a towel, and faced the mirror. Then the figure appeared behind the glass, eyes glinting. “You’re so pretty,” it murmured. “And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.”

Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves? [I know right! When she threatened her to stop the stream, I thought it would end like this!] [Just because they’ve got a little cash, they think they’re untouchable!] Seeing the wave of indignation, Mira shifted gears to show her true intent—making money. “There are already a hundred and fifty thousand of you here with me. If each of you could donate something to me, it would give me the strength to keep fighting these corrupt elites!” However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through.

No second chances were given, leading to the termination of past relationships without hesitation. One of his ex-girlfriends had questioned him, "Why end our relationship just because you caught me kissing someone else? I found you in bed with another woman having a good time, forgave you, and you can't forgive me for this?" Justin had dismissed her remarks, holding the belief that a man with power and wealth had the freedom to engage with various women, given the abundance of choices. However, those were sentiments from years ago. Over the years, Justin had undergone a gradual transformation, realizing that age brought about personal growth.

the waiter said amidst nervousness, this man seated here is the richest in the country with a large conglomerate, the oppressing air around him made it difficult to look at him, the aura is just too strong. “I'll have the 1945 Romanee-Conti.” Adrian said eyes on Lillian. “Right away sir, I'll have it brought up” the waiter said. On his way out he was so happy on the inside that he was serving this bigshot in their restaurant he'll surely be promoted for this. After serving the wine the waiter said ‘Enjoy your stay here sir’ and bowed before leaving the private room. Adrian nodded without looking at him eyes on Lillian. Savoring the rich taste of the wine Lillian felt so good, the meeting is

I hadn't felt as if I was being stabbed by thousand knives. I hadn't felt so empty. I hadn't felt as if something was sapping my strength away, leaving emptiness in its wake. No, I had felt determined to get my revenge. But at that moment, I was helpless. I suddenly felt guilty for being alive. My mate was dead, so there was no reason to keep on living. Or was there? My wolf purred softly, and the pain doubled. "I'll get revenge on whoever did this, Kaden. That's my last promise to you."

He's not just my surgeon; he's become a true friend and ally. I've come a long way from the battered woman who once sought revenge in the darkest corners of her mind. The pain and betrayal that once defined me are now mere memories, fueling the fire of vengeance that burns within me. But this transformation is more than just revenge—it's a rebirth. A great transformation has taken place within me, shedding the vestiges of my past to embrace newfound beauty and identity. The constraints that once bound me are now shattered, allowing me to seize control of my destiny with unwavering determination. The person I once was has transformed into a formidable force, prepared to confront whatever obst

We'd been using separate bathrooms since we moved to my father's home, and I was sure he had noticed but refused to say a word about it. "Oh Cara," Cecelia sighed, "Did Adonis do or say anything to make you feel this way?" "No. No, he didn't. He has been very supportive. It's a me thing." "Forget about it!" She gave my body a full sweep, taking in the baggy t-shirt and shorts I had on. "You're not looking any different than you were before. Maybe your bump and your cheeks look fuller, other than that! You look perfect." "I gained weight." I deadpanned. "A lot of weight! My ass doesn't fit my pants anymore. I live, wearing sweats and boxers. Take a look at me." Dropping word after word.