Marriage Alliance For Revenge Novels & Stories

She smiled. A slow, dangerous smile “That’s none of your concern” She leaned closer, grabbing me tightly “But here’s what you need to understand.” Her fingers dug painfully into my arm. “You will stay in this marriage.” My eyes widened. “What? No—” “Yes,” she said firmly. “You’ll stay. You’ll take all the blame. You’ll be the bad wife.” My breath hitched. “And when the time is right…” she continued, her voice almost sweet, “…you’ll disappear.”

“You get to avenge your brother with me. Nothing would shatter his ego more than me marrying his worst enemy. Besides, isn’t your public image at stake?” He shot a brow. “I heard the hospital shareholders think you’re indisciplined and incompetent because you’re unmarried.” I straightened. “If you marry me, you will secure your image and help me with my revenge. It’s a win-win.” Ronan Throne was one of the most powerful men in the city. Getting me out of prison in a few hours was proof. With him and his name behind mine, Alia and I would get protection. Besides, there is no better way to start this game than marrying my soon-to-be ex-husband’s archenemy.

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

Eric’s gaze flickered, just briefly. My father answered instead. “Anne-Marie is sensible.” I laughed softly, exhausted now. “She’s not a solution,” I said. “She’s a person.” But I already knew it didn’t matter, I knew Anne-Marie was going to take the option of marrying Èric, she was surely going to do everything to get her revenge for how I treated her and for some reasons it made me feel sad but I wasn't going to let my father or Éric win, no way I was going to let that happen.

If I keep Gin by my side and we’ll come to an agreement of helping each other, maybe I’d have a higher survival rate. “Fine. Deal.” I reached my hands to him. His serious-grimmed face suddenly brightens up and held my hand to shake it, “Let’s work together now, wife.” “What? Wife?” “Yes.” “Huh?” “Ah, I don’t think you understand it yet. But let me tell you another secret,” He leaned in close to my left ear while still holding my right hand, “You sister likes me and in order to annoy her to death you must marry me.”

"I don't love him, I just want to make him feel my pain. If someday I forgive him then remind me. Unless he pays me with his life maybe I can forgive him." "Good then. I will call Papa Angelica and you will play him." Marcel was happy that what he had been waiting for had finally arrived. They are married now and newlyweds, but their marriage is just a contract marriage based on their own interests and working together for revenge. There was no love in Alice's heart for Marcel but for the sake of his revenge on Morgan, Marcel wanted to possess Alice completely.

Dmitri just cracked that door open. That isn’t something we can just ignore. Dante shifts slightly, still watching me. “This alliance solidifies our position.” I drag a hand down my face, inhaling sharply. “So that’s it?” My voice is rough, laced with something I can’t shove down. “I marry her, we shake hands, and suddenly the Dragonettis are Bratva allies?” Dante holds my gaze. “Yes.” I force myself to take a breath. Then another. It does fucking nothing to calm the storm inside me.