Wife Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This insemination mix-up wasn’t just an accident, was it? You saw your marriage falling apart, and you thought, ‘Why not get pregnant with his sperm, trap him into a situation where he has no choice but to deal with me?’ You think I’m some kind of fool, huh?” Raina’s eyes flashed. She had seen, had, and heard enough, but this was the last straw. “Is that what you think? That I planned this all out to trap you?!” She spat, the sharpness of her voice through the room. “You don’t know the first thing about me, and you don’t get to throw these around without proof!” She continued, her voice now ice cold. “I don’t care who you are, or how many zeros you’ve got in your bank account, you don’t get

Even Ethan’s flickering slowed, like he was listening. Amara crossed her arms. “You’re asking us to choose sides in a war between wives.” “It’s not about wives anymore,” Olivia replied. “It’s about survival.” Ciara raised a brow. “Whose survival?” “All women,” Olivia said simply. “Because if the Widow rises unchecked, she won’t stop at me. She won’t stop at Ethan. She won’t stop at Jessica.” Her voice lowered. “She will tear through every woman with power. Every woman who ever loved. Every woman who ever tried to build a life instead of burning it.”

Maybe he thought I needed to forget everything just for a moment, but how could I? Besides, I wasn’t the type to just fall into bed with someone especially not in a moment like this. Yes, my life was a mess after my husband turned my world upside down and Isabella’s betrayal twisted the knife even further, but losing myself in a distraction, no matter how tempting, wouldn't fix anything. I had been hurt, but I wasn’t that broken! Even if Daniel had meant well, I couldn’t do that to myself because giving in to that would have only made everything worse. My heart was already shattered from Gabriel’s betrayal and throwing myself into something with Daniel would just be a bandaid over a bullet

"You're twisting this. Making yourself the victim. You're not. You murdered people. Kidnapped children. Destroyed lives. That's fact. Not bias." "And you think your hands are clean? You think testifying against Julian was noble? Heroic? It was revenge. Pure revenge. For your childhood. For your mother. For everything. You wanted him to suffer. To pay. To hurt. Just like I want you to suffer now. We're the same." "We're nothing alike." Catherine laughed. "Keep telling yourself that. But deep down, you know the truth. You're not fighting for justice. You're fighting for vengeance. For control. For the power to hurt the people who hurt you. That's human. That's real. But it's not heroic."

I knew this was time for me to defend myself because if I don't do so now, that name and title of being a s*** and a murderer will keep flying around. “Hahaha,” I laughed. “So this was your plan all along, to act like a victim and ruin my name. Calling me a murderer and a s***, you? Silas, have you forgotten so soon that you were the first man in my life? And those that know me too well know that I don't flirt around like you. Who are you calling a s***? Or are you calling yourself out?” I questioned him. The attention on us kept on increasing. “You are just a weak and loose woman trying to get vindicated by your fellow whore.” Silas said to me.

His deceit, his obsession with Rachel, and his desperate attempts to claim Pack Manowi had all led to his undoing. Suddenly, Viviane’s grief-stricken eyes locked onto Brandon’s. Her tear-streaked face twisted into a mask of rage and hatred. She staggered to her feet, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You—you killed my husband! You’re a heartless, cruel alpha!" she screamed, grabbing a spear lying nearby. With a primal cry, she charged at Brandon. Brandon raised a brow, unbothered. With a mere wave of his glowing hand, Viviane was flung backward like a ragdoll. Her body slammed into a tree before crumpling to the ground.

He was cold, calm, and terrifyingly rational. "We have seen the reports, Mr. Vancouver," Corsini stated, his voice level. "Your dearest dearest russian wife claims self-defense. We reject this. We know her history. She was an agent. Her skill is lethal. A mother defending her life shoots to stop. Your wifey shot my father three times in the head with precision. That is not a wild, scared act. That is an assassination you had her carry out." Hades slammed his huge fist on the table. "She was defending herself from a sick animal who broke into our private suite! She used the training she had to survive! The fact that she is alive is the only thing that matters!"

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

“Because I know it was love.” He started touching things around the office, papers, the edge of the desk, a pen...like he owned the place. It irritated me. It felt deliberate. Like he was trying to provoke me. “You,” he said suddenly, turning toward me, “look like a vindictive woman.” I raised a brow. “After you found out about Ryan cheating and having kids outside of your marriage, you went all in on revenge. And what better way than his own brother?” My expression didn’t change, but inside, I was stunned.