Married For Revenge Movie Novels & Stories

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

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?"

The thought that Sophia’s actions could keep them apart ignited a flame of vengeance within him. “I saw you for the first time at that wedding,” he began, his voice low and intense. “I fell in love with you at first sight! Orman was already struggling with his feelings for Riddhima, but when he met your sister, it seemed like there was hope for him again. But because of you, they never became one. That’s when I decided to take revenge on you!” His words were laced with bitterness as he recalled how he had shouted at her in his anger. Sophia's eyes widened, and hurt flickering across her face. “That means all our moments in college and your proposal were lies?” she asked, her voice trembling

If I keep Gin by my side and we’ll come to an agreement of helping each other, maybe I’d have a higher survival rate. “Fine. Deal.” I reached my hands to him. His serious-grimmed face suddenly brightens up and held my hand to shake it, “Let’s work together now, wife.” “What? Wife?” “Yes.” “Huh?” “Ah, I don’t think you understand it yet. But let me tell you another secret,” He leaned in close to my left ear while still holding my right hand, “You sister likes me and in order to annoy her to death you must marry me.”

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

~Jessica~ I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.

I knew that becoming a Davenport had already made me untouchable in some way, but there were things I wanted to achieve by myself, and the growth of this account was one of those things. I was about to walk into his office, but I stopped when I heard him talking in a heated tone. “How the hell am I supposed to tell her that I married her for revenge?” I sucked in a breath at his words and took a step back. What did he mean by that? He certainly didn’t mean our marriage, right? He married me for revenge? What kind of revenge was he talking about? I hadn’t done anything to him. His words were as clear as daylight, but part of me hoped there was some hidden meaning I couldn’t get.

Gee, what next? She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What the fuck is this?” She mumbled under breath, almost laughing. “I'm not going to be your wife… again. Tell me someone, Malcolm, does marriage mean nothing to you?” “It does to me,” she snatched the opportunity to reply and went on. “It's already freaking obvious you and Louise belong to each other. At least, no one will threaten to harm her.” Her words were triggering. As if losing her once wasn't enough. I couldn't bear it again a second time.

I asked in shock and fear-" W-What?" He smirked bitterly and said while still holding my chin tightly-" As if I don't know who you are!!!." I looked at him confusingly. Tears were not stopping flowing out of my eyes. I asked-" What do you mean?" He replied-" You will know. You will pay for what you did. Don't think this marriage is out of love. This is my revenge!!!!" My eyes widen hearing his words. This means... Did he marry me for revenge? What revenge? What is he talking about? I said slowly-" Please, You are misunderstanding...."

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,