Married A Playboy To Get Revenge Novels & Stories

You deserve the full truth even if it destroys what is left between us. *I started tracking Garrett eight months before Vegas. He had aligned himself with a rival who was costing me significant ground and he was the weakest point in that structure. I wanted to dismantle him in a way that could not be traced back to a business move. When I saw you in that bar I knew who you were. I knew what had just happened in that hotel room because I had paid for it to happen. You were sitting alone and you were broken and I made a calculation. I approached you. I offered the contract. I married you the same night.* *The plan was clean. Marry you. Use the marriage to apply pressure on Garrett through the

Disbelief. One comment from his wife: *My husband is innocent. Someone did this to him. Please, if anyone knows anything, come forward.* I closed the laptop. Pressed my hands to my face. I'd spent two years planning revenge on a monster. But somewhere along the way, I'd become one myself. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I cared anymore. Because Morrison's destruction meant I was safe. Meant Brennan would stop digging. Meant I could keep going. Keep destroying Adrian piece by piece until there was nothing left.

His wound was torn open, and another pool of blood seeped through his pants, which made him wince in pain. “You’re filthy! You slept with Dumb Jacob and that beggar, too! Why should I marry you? Go and marry Dumb Jacob instead! “Get out of here! Seeing you makes me want to puke!” Karli relentlessly said, “You’re one to talk! Didn’t you also get defiled by the same two men? Both our names and reputation are ruined. We’re a perfect match! “No other woman will marry you except me. If you don’t agree to it, I’ll file a police report and say you defiled me half a year ago!”

And the moment he'd finally made it, the moment he'd become a billionaire, he'd divorced me and forced me to sign an NDA that silenced me forever. Then he'd announced Isabella—my former best friend, the woman he'd been cheating on me with—to the whole world as his woman. As though I'd never existed. As though I'd never mattered. But now I was back. And I was with his brother. Even though it was just a contract marriage—a strategic alliance that benefited us both—it was my revenge. It was my way of taking Sebastian down. I walked through the revolving glass doors into the massive lobby, and immediately felt eyes on me.

Heartbroken and betrayed, Nina signs without a second thought, determined to close the chapter on her former life. A chance encounter at a bar introduces her to a man who could change everything. The wealthiest man in the city, charming yet mysterious, makes her an audacious offer: **“Marry me, and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”** Nina accepts, but her goal is clear—this marriage is just the start of her revenge. With new power and wealth, Nina is set on making Jordan and his mistress regret underestimating her. But as she dives deeper into a world of intrigue and desire, she finds herself torn between vengeance and a new chance at love.

"So blackmail." "Transparency." He stands, moves closer. Not threatening, but definitely invading my space. "All you have to do is keep playing your game. Keep making him chase. And when the six months are up, walk away. Simple. Clean. You get your revenge, I get my inheritance, Adrian gets what he deserves—nothing." "And what if I don't want your help?" "Then you're more naive than I thought." His voice turns cold. "Adrian's not the man you knew then. He designed his wounded puppy routine to manipulate your emotions and secure his inheritance."

Viola Bryce just told me he'd only told me about this. There's no way that's true. I was totally shocked, and I didn't believe him for a second. He was the most famous playboy on media. He was the man who'd crushed my heart into pieces once before. There was no way I was the only one he'd told. Right then, he trapped me against the chair. His warm breath brushed lightly over my lips. I thought he'd lean in just one inch more and kiss me.

"Good. Prepare a draft and send it to me for review." "I will." Mateo closed his laptop. I remained in my seat, staring at the table for a moment while the ache between my legs refused to fade. It was happening. I was about to become Dominic Cross's wife. I would move into his house, share his name, stand beside him in front of the cameras, and let the world believe I was in love with him. And somewhere along the way, we would destroy Julian Sterling. I had wanted revenge so much that I hadn't stopped to think about what it would actually cost me.

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired