Wife Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You ran off the moment Rue said ‘I do.’ You didn’t even have the guts to see how she looked in that dress.” “I saw,” he said under his breath. Valerie stared at him, jaw tight. “You acted like a coward.” Williams finally snapped, his voice rising, “You don’t get it, Valerie! She’s Rue Rogers’ wife now. This isn’t just some ex-wife getting married—this is Vicky becoming someone with power.” He stood now, frustrated. “And we’re both in a mess.” Valerie narrowed her eyes. “Speak for yourself.” “Val—” She folded her arms. “I’m her twin sister, Williams. She won’t touch me. But you?” She tilted her head. “Yeah… you should definitely worry about yourself.”

I said in exasperation. "I am going to confront him and get a drink of his blood. I will turn him so you can check," she stated boldly and headed toward the man I was sure was the wolf God. I watched with my fists clenched as my wife sauntered up to the man and started small talk. When she pulled on his leaning arm and sank her fangs I swallowed uncomfortably as her entire body started to illuminate. I along with several others watched with surprised eyes. It distracted me from checking for his golden tattoo but when Violet removed her fangs she shifted and buried her claws into his gut then pulled him to face her. "This is for both my children, who were guilty of nothing," she growled menac

She whimpered again when Vincenzo's nails started digging into her wrist. "Stay the fuck back, Levi, because now she's my wife and not your so-called past love." He threatened before an evil smile appeared on his face. "And I have made sure to mark her as mine, so stay the fuck away from her if you want to stay alive, Levi." Levi's eyes darkened at his words and he stared at Vincenzo with his venom-like gaze. They both stared at each other with the same gaze like it was an eye fight before one of them made the first move.

"Mocks me for being an enemy of Bane yet he’s the one handing her to a stranger to satisfy a grudge." “The poor girl” Elias commented. “She’s a pretty little thing so I suppose having her in my corner isn’t too bad an idea” I said. "Is she just a 'pretty thing' to you, Don?" Elias asked. "Every woman is a pretty thing until she has a knife to your throat," I said. Elias laughed. “Just like my wife” I laughed along with him and continued to speak. "But Victor is right about one thing. Bane is vulnerable. He’s moved her to that beach house in Calabria. It’s a beautiful spot. Isolated. Easy to surround. Hard to escape."

"His name is not Frank, and that is why he can claim ownership of this house, which belonged to his late wife, Mrs. Marianne Vane. His real name is Tony Vane, and the crippled woman who is now his wife is Britney. Tony was Marianne's husband, Britney was her best friend, and I was her secretary. Together, we all betrayed her. Tony had an affair with Britney and regrettably, with me as well. He faked his death and had his wife convicted for his own 'murder.' Britney testified falsely against Marianne. Tony's sister lied on the stand against Marianne too. And me, in my foolishness and greed, I listened to his words and testified against Marianne as well. She was an innocent soul whose only cri

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Years ago. In college. You stole my future. My… chance at happiness. And now… now I’m taking it back.” He was talking about Agatha. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. This wasn’t just about business, about power. It was personal. It was about… revenge. “Agatha was never yours, Wei,” I said, my voice a low growl, my hand instinctively reaching for the reassuring weight of the phone in my pocket, the recorded conversation with Camille a potential weapon. “She was,” he insisted, his voice rising slightly, a flicker of something raw, something… unstable in his eyes.

It took a few seconds before the woman spoke and simply laughed so I got even more annoyed with her. “Don't you understand that you are not recognized as Ransom's wife, so please don't push yourself any further!"she replied firmly. "And don't look for him anymore because he's coming home to me" the woman said angrily. I couldn't take it anymore so I hung up. I couldn't fight with Ransom's woman anymore. I tried to smile in front of my mother.I will admit I was hurt too much by what I found out.Why is he doing this to me .Why did he didn’t respect our marriage?

My blood turned cold. > “Yesterday, the world called Thea Vane a hero. But a secret source has revealed that the 'affair' at the cabin was a staged play. Thea Vane was not a victim of a scandal; she was the director. She manipulated her husband, Elias Vane, and used a fake affair to distract the police while she stole files from her parents. Is this a woman we should trust? Or is she a Manipulative Queen who treats her marriage like a game of chess?"

He stood up, his bandaged hands shaking, and shouted at me, his old line, his only line, "Vivian, you— you seduced them! You— you used your husband! You—" Julian, who had been calm, patient, thoughtful the whole time, finally moved. He stood up from his wheelchair, despite his legs hurting, walked slowly to Arthur, and said quietly, so only Arthur and I could hear, "Arthur Vance, my wife anticipated your $200K bribe and arrived with a stronger offer backed by my 120 ports because she is smarter than you. You lost because you are cheap, not because she seduced anyone. And if you ever shout at my wife again in public, I will break your other hands. The ones Vincent hasn't broken yet."