164 Book(s) Related to REVENGE

Betrayed by the one she trusted most, Aurora, the vampire queen, met her end at the hands of her lover. In her final moments, she desperately pleaded with the moon goddess for another chance at life.

But fate has a twisted sense of humour—she awakens as an Omega, a mere slave. As she plans to run away,Her path takes an even darker turn when Alpha Jason, her ex-lover who ended her life, becomes her unexpected savior.

Now she must get her close to the Alpha and take her revenge on him, as they both guard secrets that could shatter their worlds. In a pack where even whispers of the vampire queen are forbidden, how long can Aurora survive when her enemies are out for her?

What happens when secrets are unravelled and love starts to blossom again? Will Aurora be able to survive the perilous journey ahead?

I once believed our love was a fairy tale. Three years of secret devotion, countless vows whispered in the night—all shattered in an instant at that gala. I heard him laugh and tell others, "Just a plaything, like her social-climbing mother."
That stormy night, I fled in a torn gown, only to witness my mother collapse from a heart attack after seeing the video of my humiliation. But the true devastation came later—when the man I had given everything to gripped my wrist in the darkness and uttered those cruelest words:
"You’re nothing but my father’s bastard."

I woke up one night and found myself back to that orchestrated evening three years ago.

In my past life, I was too naive, step by step pushed into the abyss by my stepmother Victoria. She poisoned my daughter Emma, embezzled my fortune, and finally orchestrated my "accidental" death. My father Robert, that greedy man, chose to turn a blind eye.

This time, I will make them pay in blood.

But what surprised me was that man—Ryan Blackwood.

Why does he always appear when I need help the most? Are those seemingly coincidental encounters really just accidents?

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.

"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.

"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."

Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everything I used to be. Every day brings new humiliation, all designed to break me.

But what he doesn't know is that my time is running out.

I died, but I didn't disappear.
Floating above the bathtub, I stared down at my corpse—wrists slashed, razor blade still gripped in my hand, blood darkening the water.
I'd timed it perfectly for Nicholas to find me, wanting him to drown in guilt. But when he opened the door, he smiled—cold and venomous. Crouching beside the tub, he whispered, "Sarah can finally rest in peace."
That's when I understood. I had died for nothing. He'd always believed I killed his ex-girlfriend Sarah. My suicide was exactly what he wanted.
He called 911, performing fake hysteria. Later, he burned my diary documenting his psychological torture. But when he reached the pages where I'd written notes on healing his trauma, his hands shook uncontrollably.
I was trapped, bound by invisible chains, forced to follow the man who destroyed me and watch his twisted performance to the very end.

When I opened my eyes on the operating table at Boston General, I'd somehow been sucked into that trashy novel—becoming Emily, the doormat everyone walked all over!
My snake of a husband Michael was shoving divorce papers in my face, demanding I "step aside." His mistress Sarah hung on his arm with that smug smile, while my monster-in-law joined their chorus, trying to steal my son Noah away.

But the most vile part? The "insulin" they were injecting into Noah wasn't insulin at all—it was an unapproved experimental drug that could kill him!

I'm a goddamn cardiac surgeon who's saved countless lives. No way in hell am I letting these parasites harm my child. I tore up those divorce papers and removed that poison needle.

Anyone who dares hurt Noah? I'll make damn sure they rot in prison for the rest of their miserable lives.

I once thought love meant hiding in the shadows, writing scripts for him, paying off his debts, content to be his "muse in the dark." Until that rainy night, when I heard him laughing with his new lover: "That fat pig? Just practice."
Howard Buckner, king of the media empire, offered me a contract at my most desperate: six months to transform me completely, in exchange for playing his fake fiancée.
I got my revenge on the man who broke me, standing on stage accepting awards while everyone watched. But when Howard pulled me into his arms, I made a terrifying discovery—he hadn’t chosen me because of that chance encounter in the rain.
He knew me long before I had nothing left to lose.

The day someone stuffed a rancid, oil-dripping sandwich into my locker, splattering my uniform, I understood—no one here saw me as human.
My stepsister crushed my fallen lunch under her heel, laughing at how "pathetic" I was. In chemistry class, they all watched as I rattled around alone in the corner. Even my so-called best friend mocked me, fake-sobbing into a book—"Mommy, I miss you so much"—mimicking my most vulnerable moment for everyone's entertainment.

Until I climbed to the school roof, one step from jumping, when my phone suddenly rang: "Want to make them beg for forgiveness?"

Three years ago, Aria Moretti fled from her wedding to Europe, leaving debt-ridden Ella forced to marry Vincent Rossi in her place. Everyone knew she was just a stand-in—a pitiful substitute.

For three years, she silently endured her husband's indifference, tolerated the entire family's disdain, and even in the moment of pregnancy, still couldn't receive a single genuine embrace.

But no one knew she harbored a heartbreaking secret.

When Aria returned bearing scars, when Vincent didn't hesitate to abandon his wife for his former love, when everyone assumed this was just another ordinary elite family romantic entanglement...

Revenge had only just begun.

"Vincent, you'll never know that this marriage was a lie from the very beginning."

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

I'm Maya Wilson, seventeen and a TikTok star with a hundred thousand followers, and I've just seen my father demolish our family for a twenty-five-year-old mistress named Ashley.

What drove him to declare, "Sarah, I want a divorce. Ashley brings me back to life"?

Seventeen years of marriage discarded like a failed business deal.

Then he introduced her: "Maya, this is Ashley. It's better for you to stay here."

With a plastic smile, Ashley proclaimed, "We’ll be a happy family."

In that instant, I knew: my mother needed my protection.

Ashley didn't realize I'd been gathering evidence for weeks. My father was blind to the fact that his secrets weren't safe. Neither understood that when you threaten my family, you're facing more than just a broken home and a teenage girl.

Let the game begin.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.

When perfect housewife Sarah catches her husband David screwing Jessica—the single mom she personally helped get hired—in a soccer equipment room, she doesn't scream or cause a scene. Instead, she chooses a deadlier path: flaunting their wealth on Instagram with Hermès shopping sprees, luxury vacations, and extravagant kids' parties. As neighbors grow suspicious and jealous of their sudden fortune, someone inevitably tips off the IRS... Turns out, the sweetest revenge isn't destroying your cheating husband—it's letting him destroy himself.

After a devastating car accident, Blair White lost her sight and everything she held dear, plunging her world into darkness.

On a snowy winter's night, with her gravely ill mother, she found herself thrown out onto the streets. In that moment of utter desperation, Harrison Ward extended his hand in apparent salvation.

She trusted him completely, marrying him without hesitation. For three years she lived within his web of lies, only to discover he hadn't led her to salvation or even purgatory - but straight into hell itself.

When Blair finally awakened to the truth and filed for divorce, Harrison merely smirked as he signed the papers, declaring with absolute certainty: "You'll come crawling back to me."

In Harrison's mind, Blair was nothing but a weak, blind woman - someone anyone could step on. Without him, she couldn't possibly survive.

He watched coldly as others tormented her, staying silent as she suffered, pushing her further and further toward the edge of despair.

One year later, at a high society gala, he stared at the stunning woman commanding everyone's attention. His eyes welled with tears as he desperately pulled her into his arms, his voice breaking with barely contained emotion: "Blair... you're alive?"

Blair gazed at the haggard, desperate man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but detachment: "Mr. Ward, please control yourself. My husband might get the wrong idea!"

The adaptation maintains the emotional core while adjusting the language and cultural context to feel natural in American English, keeping the themes of betrayal, redemption, and transformation that drive the narrative.