To revenge

Jane's heart pounded as she processed Greg's proposal. Marriage? A contract marriage at that? It sounded insane, but then again, her life had already been torn apart. If this was her chance to take back control, to make Chris and Karen pay for everything they did to her, why should she hesitate?

Still, she narrowed her eyes at Greg, her voice calm but firm. “And what exactly do you gain from this?”

Greg leaned back in his chair, twirling his wine glass between his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Smart question,” he mused. “My grandfather is threatening to will his entire fortune to an orphanage unless I settle down and prove that I can be responsible. He wants to see me married happily, preferably but I couldn’t care less about love. I just need a wife for two years to secure my inheritance.”

Jane raised a brow. “Two years?”

“Yes. No strings attached, no expectations beyond what the world sees. You’re free to live your life however you wish. You can date, party, or even continue whatever unfinished business you have with your ex. I don’t care,” Greg stated coolly. “All I need is a wife in name only, someone to show up at events, attend family gatherings, and convince my grandfather I’m a settled man.”

Jane scoffed. “So you want me to play house with you for two years, then walk away?”

Greg nodded. “Precisely.”

Jane tapped her manicured nails against the table, deep in thought. This was an opportunity she couldn’t ignore. Greg was offering her wealth, status, and the power to ruin the people who had destroyed her. But something about how smoothly he presented it made her pause.

“What if I say no?” she challenged, watching his reaction carefully.

Greg chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. “Then you walk out of here, continue struggling, and wait for karma to deal with your enemies… however long that may take.” He leaned in, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. “But we both know you’re not that patient.”

Jane clenched her jaw. He was right. She wasn’t the type to sit back and let fate handle things.

“Fine,” she said finally, setting down her glass. “I’ll do it.”

Greg’s smirk widened. “Good. We’ll have the contract drawn up in the morning.”

Jane exhaled sharply. This was it. The beginning of her comeback.

******

A week later, Jane stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of her designer dress. It was a breathtaking black gown that clung to her curves, the thigh-high slit adding an extra touch of boldness. Her golden hair was styled in soft waves, her makeup subtle but flawless. She looked nothing like the broken woman who had been abandoned in the cold.

Tonight, she would face Chris and Karen.

Greg had arranged for an exclusive invitation to the wedding reception, ensuring she had front-row access to their perfect little celebration.

“Are you ready?” Greg asked from the doorway, his dark blue suit making him look effortlessly powerful.

Jane met his gaze in the mirror. “I was born ready.”

Greg smirked. “Then let’s go crash a wedding.”

The Grand Royale Hotel was packed with elite guests, all gathered to celebrate the union of Chris and Karen .

Jane walked into the ballroom with Greg beside her, their presence immediately commanding attention. Guests whispered, trying to figure out who she was, drawn by the aura of wealth and confidence she now carried.

But Jane wasn’t interested in them. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Chris and Karen.

Chris looked exactly the same tall, handsome, dressed in a crisp white tuxedo. But Karen, her own stepsister, was glowing in a designer wedding gown, clinging to Chris as if he were the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Jane felt a sharp pang of anger. That should have been her. She had stood by Chris through everything, given him her love, sacrificed for him. And how had he repaid her? By betraying her with her own blood.

Greg noticed her clenched fists and leaned in slightly. “Relax,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”

As if on cue, a waiter approached with a tray of champagne. Greg took two glasses, handing one to Jane before raising his in a mock toast. “To revenge,” he whispered with a smirk.

Jane smirked back and clinked her glass against his. “To revenge.”