205 Book(s) Related to revenge

I was born into a powerful duke’s family—the kind everyone envied.
For years, I lived as the perfect daughter: admired, protected, untouchable.
Until the day a timid girl walked into our mansion. She kept her head down, too nervous to speak. She had never worn silk, never learned table manners. I thought she was the maid’s child, so I taught her how to smile, how to behave.
I believed I was helping her. But when she transferred to my school, she changed.
She cried at the right time, said the right words, and everyone took her side.
Then I found out the truth—she wasn’t a servant’s daughter, she was my father’s illegitimate child
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And then she took everything from me.
I thought that was the end, but when I opened my eyes again, time had rewound.
Everything had started over.

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.

My sister-in-law knelt and begged me to help her cover up her affair and pregnancy scandal. I softened and agreed. Little did I know, this was an elaborate blood-swap conspiracy.

That night in the hospital, Victoria secretly switched the identity tags of two newborns. From then on, my biological daughter was abused as a "bastard" for four whole years, while her illegitimate child enjoyed all the love as the Blackstone Group heir.

Even more terrifying—my husband David had known everything all along.

When kidnappers demanded we could only save one child, Victoria and David said without hesitation: "Of course we save Charlotte's daughter—she's the Blackstone heir!"

I agreed in agony.

My real daughter died in the kidnappers' hands, her tiny body covered in scars.

When I discovered the truth, David sneered: "You'd better be dead, so we can completely control Blackstone Group."

Together they pushed me down 60 flights of stairs.

Before dying, I heard my daughter's innocent voice: "Mommy fell down by herself."

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that night when Victoria first knelt and begged me.

This time, I won't be soft-hearted.

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.

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.