Married For Revenge Movie Novels & Stories

five years and there have been no changes in their relationship at all. It's been five years and she could no longer wait anymore. “If Zayn refuses to take the initiative to marry me, then I will force him to take the necessary steps. He would be left with no choice when I'm finally done with him” She said with a smirk at the corner of her lips. Immediately, she picked up and dialed a saved contact on her phone. “Do not dare forget what I asked you to do for me” With that, she ended the call as she wore a victorious smirk on her lips with her gaze knotting into a dangerous expression. “As for you mother, I'll have no use for you once I got married to your son. I know you love me a lot, but

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

I sighed and said, "Miss Mayer, I did meet Noah recently..." "...that's because I just married the second son of the Morgan family," I continued. For a moment, I saw Renata appear speechless and then turn to me with a suspicious squint. "Really? What's the proof?" she asked. Hearing Renata's question, I paused for a moment and tried to think of what evidence to show her. "Ah! Wait a minute!" Before long, I remembered my wedding photo with Leo. I searched for it in my gallery and while I was trying, I just remembered that all the memories on my phone were erased because I destroyed my phone that time.

“No, forget about that and talk to me. I want to know. I am not saying that I want to help you but saying what the problem is can get it off your chest” She sighed. “Okay. As you know, we got married because of our revenge against Darius….” “A revenge? You betrayed me, miss” “Oh please, Marcel. Do you want to listen to me or argue with me” I crossed my hands over my chest. “Go on”

I walked way feeling happy. Olivia rushed into that marriage with Marcus, and she was starting to see it now. That Marcus she married was not the boy she knew back in high school; this was a businessman with skeletons in his closet just like the rest of us. Fortunately, he can’t hide who he really is forever.

Isabella slapped me in front of everyone, and instead of standing tall, I just let it happen. I didn’t fight back. I didn’t stand up for myself. I took it because I didn't want to cause a scene. I was bigger than all of that. Now, I was reduced to the butt of jokes. Fuck it! Fuck them! Now, I can't stop thinking about those headlines. Isabella had no respect for me. Ariana, the one woman I had cared for, was going on dates with Gabriel. My phone buzzed. It was a message from my lawyer, checking in on the situation regarding my marriage.

Set it down. The footage showed Evelyn over Lila's body. That was fact. That was documented and reviewed and the basis of everything that had followed, the marriage, the punishment, the architecture of justice he had constructed around himself so that the grief of it, the particular grief of a man who has watched the woman he loved fall on a marble floor, could become something useful. Something with direction. He had needed it to be Evelyn.

What would she gain? “... You have lost yourself, Saafia.” Taking a step away, tense, I defensively pull back. Holding my sides, I pressed my teeth together. Collecting my thoughts and emotions, I struck back with an immensely enraged yet dead look. “I am repeating this again-” My tone went lower, pointing my finger at her dominantly to remind her of her place in case she forgot because I won’t let anything exist between us. “I only married you for revenge. You are not my wife nor will I ever consider you one.”

And… A fellow she used to know. Elira stiffened. His voice was relaxed. "Elira. Haven't seen you in a while.". Her lips opened, but she remained silent. He drew nearer. "I need a favor." Her legs nearly buckled. "What… what kind of favor?" His eyes drilled into her. "A marriage. To me. One year. No strings. In return, I'll settle your debts, pay for your brother's treatment, and provide you with enough to begin anew." She blinked.

Suzy simply nodded. Then she forced a small smile, even though her heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. As the lawyer walked out of the room, silence slowly filled the space. Her name was now written beside his. Suzy Moreno. The name she once dreamed of, she has now achieved but she is not happy. The man she had just married wasn't even there to witness it. Tears blurred her vision once again. “This marriage…” she whispered softly to herself. “—was never meant to begin with love.”