All Chapters of My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I saw my fiancé and my sister slip into a private room. I followed them. Only to find them undressed. But that was just the least scary thing I discovered that day. I am Bianca North, And this is my story. Bianca was ready to have her first intimate experience with her fiancé. Until she found him in bed with her sister in a compromising position. But just hours earlier, everything had felt perfect. A delightful shiver ran through her thinking about his touch. The thought of giving herself to her fiancé for the first time set Bianca’s heart racing. She was on her way to tell him the good news. She had just returned from a successful business trip from Paris. Exhaustion lining her features, still there had been a spark of joy in her eyes to hug her fiancé and lose it all. Tonight, she wanted to officially announce to their family about getting married after this business trip. “Where is Edward? I can't find him anywhere.” Bianca searched for her fiancé in her house. She still c

She had to find a way to convince Theo tomorrow to marry her, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. Bianca’s eyes darted toward Rebecca, who was scanning the crowd after exchanging rings with Edward. Her eyes landed on Theo, Talking to Bianca. Rebecca came walking in their direction after ignoring a guest who wanted to congratulate her. She told Theo, “I will see you tomorrow, Theo, but please keep this conversation related to our marriage contract between us.” She exited the party hall and walked toward the garden to breathe. Theo nodded courteously, and she rushed away. As Rebecca arrived, she had already seen her speaking to Theo and was wondering what it was about. Bianca leaned against a tree far from the party, her mind racing. “The thing she saw me…” she muttered to herself. “Karma is real.” She knew Rebecca would be furious if she found out about her conversation with Theo. Bianca just hoped Rebecca hadn't overheard anything about the contract. The next morning. Bianca wa

“Don't you want to add a punishment for breaking the contract? We haven't set a timeline either,” Bianca pointed out. “The main thing is not to tell others about it. If it gets out, it'll hurt you more than me. Lastly, we'll be married for a few years. Add that to the contract,” Theo said. A thought popped into his mind — a few years might be enough to destroy everything the Jews have for a few years. Bianca muttered in disbelief. “This is nothing more than a contract marriage. We'll stay together for a few years, and if it doesn't work out, we'll part ways.” “Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well compensated. You'll have more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life,” Theo said with a grin. “At some point, you'll need an heir,” Bianca said, doubt creeping in. “No, I don't need one. And if at all I need one, we will prepare a separate contract for that. All the conditions will be different.” Then Theo was stunned at how bold her demands were. “Do you mind m

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Theo extended a card toward her. His tone indifferent. Here's my contact number. I have some matters to handle, so I'll be leaving now. Bianca glanced at the card. It simply read Theo with no surname, followed by his number. Before she could process it, he turned and began to walk away. Wait a minute. She called out. Theo stopped, turning halfway to face her with a questioning look. Now that we're married, shouldn't we be living together, she asked? Theo raised an eyebrow. Don't you have your own place for now? My place is a bit clumsy, he replied. Besides, the North mansion would be far more comfortable than mine. Bianca's expression dulled as she replied, I'm your wife, Theo. Temporary or not, living apart would only make this arrangement look more ridiculous. Theo's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly, waving the marriage certificate dramatically. Bianca pouted, her voice t

Bianca caught Theo staring, but didn't realize the embarrassment behind his gaze. She picked up a dumpling, her lips curling into a playful smile as she waved it teasingly in front of his face. Hubby, she said. Her tone light and teasing. Are you sure you don't want to taste this? Theo exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting to the microwave. Not interested, he replied coolly. Relief flickered through him as he avoided her eyes, focusing instead on the carton of milk in his hands. He placed the milk into the microwave, set the timer, and turned to prepare a sandwich: bacon, lettuce, and toast. Taking a seat at the dining table, he bit into the sandwich. Chewing methodically. But as he ate, a nagging dissatisfaction settled in. The sandwich felt dry, bland. His mind drifted to the golden brown dumpling Bianca had made. Theo frowned slightly and reached for the jar of fruit jam, spreading a thick layer onto the next slice of toast.