Marriage Alliance For Revenge Novels & Stories

He stepped into my living room as I closed the door and leaned against it. Liam watched me like he was afraid I would disappear. “If you don’t want to get married, that’s fine..you don’t have to but marry a cheat, Alira? A man like Alec?” He took a step closer. “It’s not right.” I forced a small chuckle, shaking my head. If only he knew the truth… If only he knew that my whole plan depended on this marriage. If only he knew that I wasn’t marrying Alec out of love or obedience but revenge.

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

Solane My chest tightened as the scene unfold before my eyes. I almost smirked when Nonnetta spoke about the wedding plan for Marcello and Tonia. Marcello must think I would let him live happily after he murdered my father and kept treating me like I am his sex toy and likewise Tonia who had always made it known that she detest me. “Isn't that too early?” Marcello asked, his brow furrowed slightly. Nonnetta's lips curled into a smile, “It wouldn't be rushed, the wedding would comprise of the necessary steps which we would follow accordingly and I'm sure Tonia's mum would agree to this,” she said, gently.

He watched her gulp and swallow it like she was hungry for it. She slid his dick out of her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her palm. Xavier watched as Baron leered down at her and took three steps backwards. He could tell his brother was going to settle in one of the sofas in the room. The way she had swallowed his brother's cum made him want to shoot hers down his throat. He did not care if he was betraying anyone. After all, Cara - his chosen mate - knew that he did not love her. Their marriage was one of convenience, so he did not owe her a single thing.

I asked. " This is going to be the marriage of revenge, my love." he replied " I can tell you hate me so much which is why you left me at the altar. You didn't want to get chained to me by getting married so why not give you the same thing you never wanted? This marriage is going to be the marriage of hatred. Nothing else. I will get to keep you imprisoned to myself as long as I want until I began to get bored of you." " You still love me, Dante, which is why you want to get married to me. Don't you?" I asked with a smirk " Trust me this marriage is going to be a marriage of love and hatred. Love from your side and hatred from my side."

Chapter 1: cheated on on the Altar Leilani’s POV I grinned as the door came open and I walked down the aisle with my eyes pinned to the ground. My joy knew no bounds. “I was getting married to the man of my———- I lifted my head and just in that instant my breath got knocked out of me. Stopping, my gaze filtered the room, my veil draped over my face as I saw my husband-to-be standing on the altar with a bride that wasn't me.

“Their resources could be invaluable, and I believe this could be the start of something mutually beneficial.” The Volkov family. The Russian Bratva. Even I knew their reputation—ruthless, powerful, and unyielding. They were everything we were supposed to hate. The idea of aligning with them felt like a betrayal of everything I’d grown up hearing. But it was what he said next that sent my heart plummeting. “And of course,” my father added, his eyes briefly meeting mine, “a marriage alliance is on the table.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My fork clattered against the plate, drawing the attention of everyone at the table. I quickly composed myself, lowering my eyes as my father’s gaze

Slowly, she reaches inside the cloth and uses the glove to pick up whet is wrapped in there… “I never wanted to marry you. Imagine how fucking disappointed I was when I found out that you were my mate, not Elena. I wanted her from the start but just as you have interrupted us since you were fucking eight, you interrupted again. And I had no choice but to settle for less if I wanted the bigger price. Turns out the best fruit is the forbidden one, stolen and eaten. I love Elena, you might be my mate and ugh, wife, but I want Elena instead…” Elena chuckles. “Which is why we got you a gift.” She snarls and her eyes glint. Before Tori can move a muscle, Elena lunges and stabs her in the stomach.

“I’m asking if this arranged marriage is truly for alliance or if you’re trying to repeat history with your ex-wife.” I froze mid-step, then turned slowly. “It is not repeating anything. This marriage will strengthen us. Rhett will forget that girl called Astrid, or whatever her name was. Soon enough. You should know enough, papa.” I replied, pouring myself whiskey. Alfredo studied me silently, and eventually nodded in approval. “Go to bed, old man,” I muttered, downing the drinking. “This is my house. My rules.” *** The next morning, I took Rhett and a handful of my men to the underground.