Married For Revenge Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

– She smiled sheepishly at him, while her fingers ran through the intricate lines of silver and precious stones on the band on her left hand, still not able to believe that this man was really her husband. - And never will again. – Logan solemnly promised, pressing her affectionately against his chest – But I'm glad to know that they no longer occupy an important part of your mind. In fact, I think this is the best revenge we could get: - he opened a huge, satisfied and malicious smile - The fact that they no longer have any power over you.

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."

Amid the chaos, a post quietly rose to the top of the trending list. Its content was even more explosive! "You've all been fooled by this woman! She disappeared three years ago, not for education or traveling the world, but to get married!" The comments section exploded instantly. "Married? Wait, what's this big news? I've never heard of it!" "She just appeared a few days ago. When did she get married? Who's the husband?" The OP mysteriously and smugly replied, "You guys don't know. She's been married for three years, and her husband...is one of her current partners."

Shweta’s eyes travelled to his wrist where she has held him and she immediately left his hand as if she would get burned if she touched him. She walked up to him, her toes almost touching his and her head reached up to his chest. Lifting her head, her bloodshot eyes met his, “You can never avenge your wife’s death. Your revenge is bound to remain unfinished.” The hurt she was feeling, she wanted him to feel at least one percent of it. And she knew she did hurt him with that one single sentence. It was visible like day light with the way his body turned rigid.

I have trusted him. It’s hard... so hard to just see him as the villain. Especially when he says he wants to talk. Especially when he says he's regretful, that he wants me back, that we can work this out. But after sitting here, watching him perform this entire charade that he believes passes for an apology... I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve been married to a man I never really knew. This has always been a movie. No, probably a fantasy. He gave me a fantasy. A carefully constructed illusion of the life I thought I was living, the life I thought I had… all while he took everything from me.

“The private investigator said he dated her since highschool. He might have known all along.” I clutched my throbbing head. His cruel smirks, his perfectly planned manipulation, the menacing glint in his eyes whenever he looks at me. They were all his revenge. A bitter laugh clawed its way out of my throat. My chest tightened. He married me for this. To make me pay for something I didn’t do “All this time.... ” my voice cracked, my breath dragging against my chest. “He married me just to destroy me and I let him touch me. Do all those things to me.”

Realization hit him after a few seconds, he shot back into loud raps of mocking laughter "Unbelievable!" "The feisty girl charging through the airport like a bulldozer, never in a million times would i think of seeing you again." a sly smirk played on his lips as he remembered her expression as the hot coffee burned her skin. His eyes dropped on her chest where the coffee had spilled but this time it was covered with her shirt. Her face turned crimson while she threw him a deadly glare. “But let’s be clear,” he said, the laughter gone as fast as it came. His voice was cold, expression unreadable. “This is a marriage of convenience. I get my inheritance. You save your family’s reputation. Not

Such a high sense of love for Evelyn made Marco lose his way and almost kidnapped Evelyn who was already someone's wife. Not so long after the marriage between Evelyn and another man, Marco began to stress due to his deep love until three months later he heard the news that Evelyn was killed by her husband on the pretext of an accident because he found out that her husband was cheating on Evelyn. The news made Marco hate the Libason family even more, especially his father. That's because the source of Marco's happiness was simply eliminated by Evelyn's family. Not yet healed from his wounds, Marco met Elyana who helped him take care of himself and took good care of the man until finally Marc

I let her believe she fooled me when she came back as Solane Blackwood. Then I had to pretend I didn’t hear her conversation with her father, the one where she made her intentions painfully clear. “To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.” She had no idea the man she married for revenge wasn’t even Nathaniel Grant. And yet… I let her go on believing it. Because I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her to play her vengeance game while I helped her from the shadows, even if it meant ruining myself in the process. It was the price I had to pay.