I Got Married For Revenge

•~•Solane’s POVI never thought I’d be standing at the altar, exchanging vows with the man who had his mother kill me.Yet here I was, clutching a bouquet of roses I had handpicked, wearing the most beautiful dress ever, ready to marry him under a new name and face. All for revenge.“Do you, Solane Blackwood, take Nathaniel Grant to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”Once upon a time, the girl I used to be—Irene Lancaster, would’ve said yes without a second thought because she believed in the disaster called love.But reality has a way of shattering even the prettiest illusions. Now I know, love is just a fairytale we try to force into reality—A poison disguised as nectar, sweet until it makes you sick.My gaze flickered to Nathaniel, seated in his wheelchair, hands resting neatly in his lap, his expression unreadable as

•~•Aziel’s POV------Two Weeks Ago------The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air as I wheeled myself into the hospital ward. I had been here more times than I could count, and yet each visit felt like a fresh wound, reopening all over again.My mother was there as usual, sitting beside the hospital bed, her hand gently brushing through his hair—The real Nathaniel Grant, my identical twin brother.He lay beneath the crisp white sheets, an oxygen mask over his face and a few wires attached to his body, keeping him connected to the world.She stared lovingly at him as if he was the only thing that mattered, her touch gentle, full of care, like she was afraid to disturb his fragile peace.It was a tenderness I had never known, not once in my life, and a bitter ache grew in my chest, but I pushed it back.“How is he?” I asked, my voice colder than I meant it to be.My mother didn’t look at me. "The same as yesterday. The same as he’s been for the last five years." Her voice was a

•~•Aziel's POVShe looked so peaceful in her sleep.Irene.The bedside lamp cast a golden glow, its soft light creating gentle shadows across her sleeping form.She didn’t look like the sweet, innocent girl I once knew. Time had reshaped her into someone new—a woman hardened by pain, by loss, by whatever she had endured over the past five years. But that fire in her striking blue eyes remained.And even with a different face, the way her brows eased, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the quiet sighs she let out in her sleep—none of that had changed.I reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She barely stirred, still breathing slow and steady.A dull ache settled in my chest as I watched her.Five years—Five years of grief, believing she was gone forever. But here she was—alive, breathing, lying under the same blanket as me.I had missed her so much. So much that being here with her now felt unreal—like a dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from. Maybe becaus

•~•Aziel’s POVI wheeled myself out of the suite and into the empty hallway, closing the door behind me. Then I stopped.A sharp breath left my lips as I clenched the armrest of my wheelchair. My heart pounded, my pulse uneven—not from exertion but from anger.At myself.At all the lies.At the performance I had to put on again, right in front of her.First, I had to pretend I didn’t know who she really was. I let her believe she fooled me when she came back as Solane Blackwood.Then I had to pretend I didn’t hear her conversation with her father, the one where she made her intentions painfully clear.“To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.”She had no idea the man she married for revenge wasn’t even Nathaniel Grant.And yet… I let her go on believing it.Because I wanted her to hate me.I wanted her to play her vengeance game while I helped her from the shadows, ev

•~•Aziel’s POVI woke with a dull grogginess clouding my thoughts, the taste of something bitter and unfamiliar lingering on the back of my tongue.The last thing I remembered was a nurse coming in and injecting something into my IV.My eyelids fluttered open, only to meet complete darkness.For a moment, I had no idea where I was, but the cold, sterile air creeping into my lungs told me this wasn’t a place I wanted to be.I tried to move my hands, but they were tied—tied behind my back to a chair.A cloth covered my head, blocking out any light, but I could still hear. Male voices. Their low tones grew more agitated with each passing second.“What the hell is taking so long?” one of them snapped.“Why hasn't he called yet?... Is he paying us to babysit a cripple or what?” another barked back. “Just call him already.”A third voice joined in, calm yet tense. “He said to wait for his call, so while we wait, I suggest you shut the fuck up and focus, damn it!”Silence—The room seemed to