Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.

Tell me, Victor, what is my crime? Victor wiped his face with his hand, his expression darkening. “Shut the hell up!” he roared, standing to his full height. “Enough with your lies and complaints. Your manipulation won’t work on me. I know your type, Sophia. I’ve seen girls like you before. But trust me, I’ll teach you a lesson. I’ll put you in your place.” I stepped closer, refusing to back down. “In my place? I am your wife, Victor. Where else do I belong?”

How can she accuse me of something so vile without solid proof? But I have lived with this woman for three years, and I know she likes to play the victim to get my attention and sympathy. It’s nothing new. But this is getting really tiring. Vivienne shoves at my chest hard. “Stop it! You’re just saying that to confuse me. You did this. You did this to show me that I can never get rid of you. You did this because you can’t digest the fact that I’m finally over you. But you know what? I’m still going to fight for what I want. I want out of this marriage. I want to move on with my life and never be a part of yours ever again. You’re the worst person I ever had to live with, Caden.”

“You think you can take her because we've been quiet?“ Riven grabs the collar of his shirt. “No… we just wanted her to show you what you've lost. You treated her like trash and now.. you think she still belongs to you.“ He throws Varek away and he lands in the far end of the room, his back hitting the floor sharply. “No, Varek,” he growls, eyes blazing like a hot furnace, blood dripping down from his sharpened claws. He starts walking towards him again, but I quickly step forward and wrap a hand around his wrist because Riven might really kill him and that would be disastrous. “She belong to us now and the earlier you realise that, the better.“ “Yes, Varek,” Rafe interject softly but his voi

She looked at the Gorgon, and for the first time, the man in the white suit felt a flicker of genuine fear. "I didn't throw away my shield," Sloane said, her voice a low, vibrating growl. "I chose my weapon." She pulled two frag grenades from her belt and kicked over a heavy equipment crate for cover. "Julian," she whispered, leaning down to press a fierce, salt-tasting kiss to his forehead. "Close your eyes. It’s about to get very dark." As the first explosion rocked the warehouse, the "Killer Wife" unleashed a level of violence that made her time with the Volkovs look like child's play. She wasn't fighting for a Don. She wasn't fighting for a name.

"In lieu of gifts, donations can be made to the Thorne-Vance Foundation for Reproductive Health... my maiden name. He’s using my family’s name to fund the very experiments that killed my children." The air in the library suddenly felt cold—not from the draft, but from the sheer, concentrated malice radiating from the woman behind the desk. "I want to kill him, Julian," she whispered. "I want to walk into that wedding and scream the truth until their ears bleed." "And then you’d be arrested, the baby would be taken by the state—or by Adrian—and you’d die in a psychiatric ward," Julian countered. "You’re a librarian today, Elena. You’re a widow. You’re a ghost. Let them have their wedding. Let

He looked frustrated but beneath that… wounded pride. “You can’t just erase people,” he said. “I didn’t erase you yet,” I replied calmly. “We ended.” “You don’t end me,” he said quickly. The phrasing almost made me laugh. “You’re not a project. You’re an ex.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You always do this. When something shakes you, you retreat.” “I’m not retreating. We simply have no business, I'm not your wife.” “You nearly died.” “Yes.” “And instead of leaning on someone who knows you, you shut the door.”

I feel like the pinch of hatred I tried to hide after she betrayed me with June sparked up. I quickly grabbed her wrist to make her look at me before she could even walk away freely. Her expression didn’t make a change. Just a cold and bored one was written all over her features. “Do you even have a conscience? Clearly, you ordered that maid.” I gritted my teeth as I spoke the words out. “Darling, I pity you,” She finally answered, “You’re gullible and easy to be manipulated. It sickens me,” She continued. I gave her a short laugh of sarcasm, “I sicken you? You’re the crazy one here – hey!” She didn’t even let me finish my sentence. She just turned around again and started walking away.

“What the heck! Did you know how expensive this dress is? “ I was lifted, and the village voice and his figure seemed familiar. For some reason, my blood suddenly boiled and I wanted to explode and blow in his face. Why did she think I was the one who died at Leion’s wedding and seemed to see a ghost when she looked at me whole and breathed in front of her? “I can order a new set of Versace personalized dresses right now, which is more expensive in your life and clothes.” She was surprised when I threw her face in her face with a warm cup of coffee and slapped her without a second thought next to her left cheek.

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”