Marriage Alliance For Revenge Novels & Stories

“We’ll settle this once and for all.” There was silence on the other end for a beat before Rowland spoke again. “Don’t make me wait, Baron. Our alliance depends on this.” The call ended, and I slid the phone back into my pocket, my mind already turning over the possibilities. I didn’t like being rushed. I didn’t like being told what to do. But Rowland was right about one thing—the alliance was crucial, and the marriage was the fastest way to solidify it. By the time I returned to the chamber, the elders were already mid-discussion. Henry glanced at me, sensing my shift in mood, but said nothing.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

Realization hit him after a few seconds, he shot back into loud raps of mocking laughter "Unbelievable!" "The feisty girl charging through the airport like a bulldozer, never in a million times would i think of seeing you again." a sly smirk played on his lips as he remembered her expression as the hot coffee burned her skin. His eyes dropped on her chest where the coffee had spilled but this time it was covered with her shirt. Her face turned crimson while she threw him a deadly glare. “But let’s be clear,” he said, the laughter gone as fast as it came. His voice was cold, expression unreadable. “This is a marriage of convenience. I get my inheritance. You save your family’s reputation. Not

"Who said the marriage alliance is off? This marriage alliance is between the Heavenly Medical Pavilion and the Shepherd family. If Connor still hasn't been found by the time it comes, we will just swap him for someone else. It won't interfere with the alliance between our families!" Shane stated gravely.

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

Before I could think, the words tumbled out, pulled from me by some invisible force. "He's right. I'm not marrying Asher." I took a shaky breath, my eyes locked on Alexander's. "I'm marrying you." The room exploded into a frenzy of hushed exclamations and shocked glances. Asher stood frozen like a stone statue, while Alexander—smiling with his eyes—hooked a finger around my ear, shielding me from all the murmurs. "Vivian… this time, you'd better mean it."

"He's mine! I don't care how long she's known him." "I warned you not to get attached. Our marriage is one of convenience." "He marked us." It's true he did, and us him. "But that's just part of the ceremony." Arthur stands up. For a moment I think he's going to defend me. The mark on my neck throbs. "I will do what's right. As an Alpha should." What the fuck does that mean? Then he sits back down as if he did something leaving me exactly as uncertain as I was before. What's the state of our contract? Our marriage? The full moon is tonight, I can already feel it coming, pulling on me. Is Arthur going to annul the marriage before then?

she half-yelled. “The council is in the other half of this city, waiting for your downfall” she pointed her cane at me. “Snap out of it and regain your position, think, and stop riding on the back of a woman who wants nothing other than the name Cross” “Tell me, do you really think a stupid engagement will prove anything?... This is a fucking Mafia novel where random marriages led to a strong alliance. Marriage alliance entails oaths, agreements, life path, and documents” Her words keep hitting me deeper than I thought. She was right. What was I thinking?

“You love me. How can you marry---” Steve didn’t hesitate. Calm, deliberate, he took Katherine’s hand. “Yes,” he said firmly. Richard froze mid-step, shock flashing across his features. “What?” Steve’s grip tightened around Katherine’s hand. “Yes,” he repeated. “I will marry you.” A hush fell across the restaurant. The storm outside raged on, lightning flickering through the windows. Shadows danced across polished floors, reflecting the tension, the new alliances, the silent battle lines. Richard’s eyes burned with rage, but he did not advance. He studied them both, his mind calculating, already plotting his next move.

I repeated slowly, letting the word settle on my tongue like I was testing it. He didn’t hesitate. “You will be married.” For a second, I didn’t respond—not because I didn’t understand, but because I understood too well. It wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t shocking. Their audacity! It was expected, and somehow, that made it worse. They were looking for a scapegoat. “To whom?” I asked finally. “A Northern Alpha,” the woman answered smoothly, like she had been waiting for that question. “A strategic alliance. His territory holds resources we require, and his influence will stabilize our standing. This marriage will restore financial control and reinforce our political position.”