✨To my dearest readers,Without you, a story, no matter how much work or heart goes into it, just sits unread. You’re the reason it mattered. Thank you so much for taking the time to read I GOT MARRIED FOR REVENGE.This story challenged me in more ways than one, but I gave it everything I had and I truly hope you enjoyed every twist, every chapter, and every emotion that came with it.If it left you feeling something—whether it’s love, anger, excitement, shock, or just not wanting it to end…I’d really love to hear your thoughts. So please, don’t forget to leave a comment and share what parts stood out to you the most. Your feedback means more than you know.And if you want more stories filled with drama, romance, and complicated characters, feel free to check out my other books on this platform:💼 Entangled With My Rival CEO, and💔 Married But Pregnant With My Ex’s BabyThank you again for reading all the way to the end. I’m truly grateful.— Love Crown 💜👑
•~•Solane’s POVThe wedding gown clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin—white, with the softest undertone of ivory.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tiniest wrinkle near my hip when I heard a knock on the door. I turned.Shoshanna stood at the entrance, head tilted slightly. “Hi.”I blinked. “Hi?”“Can I come in?” she asked, the corners of her lips lifting into a smile that, surprisingly, seemed real.“Sure,” I said softly.She stepped in, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”“Thank you.”Silence. The kind that stretches just a second too long. I wasn’t sure what this was.My mind reeled. Why is she here?To throw jabs because I was marrying Aziel? Because I was the reason they ended things a year ago?Shoshanna let out a quiet breath. “I’ll be honest with you.”I crossed my arms. “Honest about what?”She let out a short, dry laugh and motioned between us. “From ex-fiancée to almost-wife… You’re one lucky girl, Solane. Especially for someone
•~•Third Person’s POV Melissa’s hands were cuffed in front of her as she was escorted to the visitor’s booth, the guard giving her the usual cold nod before leaving her alone.She frowned as she took a seat. Her gaze narrowed when she saw the man on the other side of the glass dressed entirely in black, a face mask covering the lower half of his face, and a cap pulled low enough to cast a shadow over his eyes.She tilted her head slightly, trying to get a better look beneath the cap. Still nothing.Reaching for the phone, she lifted it to her ear. “Who are you? Did my lawyer send you?”The man picked up the receiver on his side, his voice muffled but clear. “James didn’t send me. So why don’t you take a wild guess who I am?”Melissa’s lips tightened. “You think this is funny? You think you can just show up, visit some random person in prison, and play guessing games with them?”“But you’re not some random person,” he said, a mocking edge in his voice. “You’re Melissa Grant.”She froz
•~•Solane’s POVI pulled into the cemetery, my fingers tightening around the wheel before letting go.The engine went quiet, but the thudding in my chest didn’t.I sat still for a second, watching how the early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the neat rows of tombstones.“Just breathe.”I reminded myself.I reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the flowers I had placed there before leaving the house.White lilies. His favorite flowers.I pushed the door open and stepped out, letting the cool air settle over me.The walk wasn’t long. It never is when you don’t want to get there.And then I was standing in front of him.The headstone hadn’t changed. Nothing had.I knelt slowly, holding the flowers tight against my chest. I stared at the name carved in stone. “It’s been a year already,” I whispered.My throat felt tight. “I still see that day. I dream about it some night.” I swallowed hard, forcing the words out like I was begging the wind to
•~•Aziel’s POVThe Grant mansion felt quieter than usual. Still. Hollow.I stood in the hallway beside Irene, both of us staring at the large family portrait hanging on the wall.My father, my mother, and two boys dressed in matching blazers. My brother and I.The perfect family on canvas. Nothing more than lies pressed into paint."How long are you going to keep staring at this?" Irene asked, her voice soft but impatient. "You already got what you came for. Let’s go."I gave her a small, sad smile. "Nothing. I was just wondering... about the possibilities."She tilted her head slightly. “What possibilities?”I shrugged. “If I’d been born into a different family—rich, middle class, poor, doesn’t matter…” I paused. “Would I still come into this world as someone’s identical twin?”My voice dropped, quieter now.“Would my parents’ marriage still fall apart? Would my mother still love Nathaniel more than she could ever love me?...”“...Would my dad still get into a car accident that cause
•~•Third Person’s POVMelissa Grant sat in the sterile holding room of the federal detention center, handcuffed, stripped of everything that once gave her presence its edge.No designer suit, no signature red lipstick, no diamonds winking from her ears. Her hair was pulled into a limp ponytail, the strands frizzed with stress and sleeplessness.But her eyes, hollowed by the past seventy-two hours, still held the steel of someone who refused to believe the walls were closing in.Across from her sat her attorney, James Lennon, a man in his mid-forties, tie loosened, suit wrinkled from what looked like too many hours without rest.His gaze was calm, but the fatigue behind it told its own story.“Ma’am,” he started, voice low but firm, “you need to hear me on this.”“The charges against you—five counts of first-degree murder, embezzlement, drug trafficking, money laundering… and Zane Lancaster’s lawsuit for defamation and false reporting about using Grant Holdings ports to move drugs…”“.