Novel & Cerita Marriage Alliance For Revenge

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.

Because if I let Adrian into Ava's life and he runs again, I'm not the only one who breaks this time. My daughter breaks too. And that's not a risk I can calculate. Ava mustn’t feel that pain just because I want revenge. I pull out my journal. Ava drew Adrian into our family portrait. Not as part of the family—as someone standing outside, wanting in. Adrian is in her life because he's in mine. Because I invited him back. Because I'm using this arrangement to hurt him, and Ava is collateral damage I didn't anticipate. She sees him the way children see everything—with clarity that makes adults uncomfortable.

I stayed silent for a second. “I’m not lying, Dadi.” She leaned forward slightly. “You married her for revenge, didn’t you? She looked pale… not like a bride. Something is wrong.” She always sees too much. I forced a calm expression. “Dadi, we got married a month ago. Why would she look like a new bride?” But she wasn’t distracted. “Tell me the truth. You married her for revenge, didn’t you?” I clenched my jaw. “No.” A lie. Then she said something I wasn’t prepared for.

“I don’t have the power to take revenge… I can’t even afford a lawyer to fight for me…” “I already told you,” he stepped closer, his voice steady. “I have the power.” He stretched his hand toward me. “Join hands with me. Together, we can burn their world down. You’ll get everything you lost back… and make Ethan and Lila beg for mercy.” “By marrying you…” I said slowly. “For just one year,” he replied. “After your revenge is done, you walk away.” I stared at his outstretched hand. If I jump… Ethan and Lila win. If I live… I fight.

“It’s all too convenient. First I get invited to your coming-of-age ceremony and then I get trapped into marriage” Hailey sighed, “There’s more at stake than just our lives, Duncan. Our packs are on the brink of conflict. This marriage is meant to solidify an alliance that could prevent war.” Duncan’s gaze was unwavering, his expression one of scepticism. “You are really doing a good job masking your true intentions, if this was in the movies I’m sure you would bag an Oscar with this performance.”

Before Jana even had a chance to protest, Mattel had led the head maid aside, and quietly informed her that Regina would, in fact, be staying and not go along with Jana and Damien. In the Western Plains, and the arranged betrothal as planned. To say that the people around had been exuberant, would be an understatement. An alliance forged on mutual needs is satisfactory, but just barely; in the uncertainty of wartime, shaky political alliances will not do. The permanent, immutable allegiance forged by a marriage, is infinitely preferable to that predicated by something as trivial as contemporaneous mutual need. By the time Jana had managed to disboard the carriage, most of the workers had alr