Married A Playboy To Get Revenge Novels & Stories

“Yeah, right.” “If you marry him, the problem will be solved. If you marry me—well, the media would be too busy exploding over the story of me getting married to Arianna Lancaster to care about your unfaithful ex. So with that, Landon becomes old news, you stay untouchable, and I… I stay interesting like always.” Hearing all of these, the weight of it hit me like bricks. Since he wasn’t bluffing, he wanted me to marry him. My chest tightened with panic and disbelief. The heartbreak I’d been keeping together in fragments started shattering all over again.

Natalie said. After hearing her words, Lucian looked at her and tucked the small hairs that fell on her forehead behind her ears and said, "My revenge is over. Damien Denver and Nancy have been arrested by the police. I exposed all their plots in front of my grandfather. Grandfather immediately threw them out of the house. They are now in jail. Now our revenge is over. Now it's time to start a new life. So before I start a new life, I want to know a thing from you, will you marry me?"

he said to her before taking a sip of her coffee, but she only nodded without replying. "So do you mind telling me what happened? As far as I know, marriage is always a question of endurance; there's no marital problem that doesn't have a solution," he said to her. "Well, we would have talked about marital problems if the both of us were really married," she said, and immediately he furrowed his brows at her. "What do you mean by if the both of you were really married?" He asked her while peering into my eyeballs. With that, she started explaining everything to him, including how Xavier faked their marriage,unknowingly turned her into a breeder who would bear a son for him so that he could b

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

Shock was too mild a word; I had detonated a bomb in her lap and then watched her sit there with trembling hands, trying to understand why the man she thought she knew had suddenly demanded marriage. A contract marriage, no less. I dragged a hand over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I muttered to the glass, watching my own reflection glare back— controlled, but barely. Except… that wasn’t entirely true, was it? This contract had once been the centerpiece of a plan— my revenge plan. A beautifully constructed trap meant to bind a Corvella to me legally, socially, and financially. To destroy them with their own daughter as the pawn.

"Well, he didn't force you... I guess it's fine, good on you for getting back at Cas a little bit." Katherine took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you think I've stooped to their level now?" "Hey," Hailey said, squeezing Katherine's shoulder. "Of course not, it's not like you're a married woman cheating on her husband with his friend. You're a free lady now, you can sleep with anyone. Besides if there's anyone who deserves to get revenge on Cas and Caroline, it's you."

I groan in frustration, my fingers sweeping through my face to my chin. "I wish there was another way out, son." The call dropped. I clenched my fist, angry and irritated. That old skunk, Lucien, has got Father wrapped around his little finger from the beginning. He leveraged on my father's open-heartedness, throwing him into this goddamn contract that will only fatten his pocket. And now that my father is dead, my hopes to save the park are tied to the forced marriage to a woman I don't know and I've never met. Cherry Odessa Damaris. I heard she's beautiful, but I really don't care for beauty.

“That’s what the medical records I requested show. As a patient of the hospital, I have access to that information.” I held up Anais’s medical records. Clear. Conclusive. Undeniable. The crowd erupted. Murmurs turned into shouts. “He abandoned his pregnant wife for his mistress!” “And she lied about being pregnant!” Matt sank deeper with every word spoken, and a bitter satisfaction ran through my body. “You’re just jealous!” Anais finally screamed. “Matt prefers me over you!” It was her turn to fall. I had originally planned for Matt to pay the price alone—but the truth was, Anais was just as guilty. And I had no problem enjoying the revenge I had prepared for her as well.

I never expected my team to uncover proof that she had consorted with that man in the first place—the very reason he had obeyed her and attacked me. I'm not a saint. When presented with an opportunity for revenge, I wasn't going to let it slip away. So I replaced the video she intended to play with one of my own. I had already obtained the recordings of her plotting with Brad. The plan was now complete. I had destroyed everything she coveted, and the image of her writhing in her own private hell brought me immense satisfaction. … "When do I get my million?" I asked, finding Alexander at his company. He smiled. "After we're married."

"Elena. He wants you to pretend to date him in public so your husband loses his mind. That's not a legal strategy, that's a soap opera." "It's also the fastest way to get proof that clears my name." "It's also the fastest way to hand a stranger control over your life exactly one week after you found out your husband already had too much of it." She set the mug down harder than she needed to. "You don't owe him this. You don't owe anyone this." She wasn't wrong. I knew she wasn't wrong. I just couldn't stop turning his last question over in my head, the one that wasn't really about the ledger at all.