Married For Revenge Short Drama Novels & Stories

This was something he promised himself while signing the marriage certificate, and Amaan Hashmi was always known to keep his promises. Oblivious to his sinister plans for her, Asmaira stood in the corner, clutching her wedding dress. Instigated by his inner rage, Amaan was on the edge of losing his rein and killed his wife on the first night. To distract himself, he opened his closet to change, only to freeze one moment and, in another, get enraged with ferocity. What used to hold her clothing, expensive collection of handbags and watches—which she was passionate about— were replaced by Asmaira’s belonging.

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

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?

The most bitter part was that she had died on her birthday too. Well, nothing could beat the betrayal from her husband. If Ken had cared, even a little bit, then her daughter would still be alive. If he had cared to hear her out, then… things might have been different. She cursed the day she got married to Ken. Ken had been her high school lover. While she had grown up in a rich background, Ken had grown up in a poor one. Clara never knew their marriage was all a well-planned operation by Ken and his family to leech off her family’s wealth.

It was a message from my lawyer, checking in on the situation regarding my marriage. I looked at it, and laughed. That thing I was in was not a marriage and it didn't fucking matter. I tossed my phone aside and stood up, pacing the room. My fists clenched at my sides, the anger inside me boiling over. I wanted to smash something. I wanted to make everyone feel the pain I was feeling. But I knew it wouldn’t change anything. Nothing would. I looked at the photo of Ariana again. It hurt so damn much, but I couldn’t stop looking at her. I couldn’t stop loving her, even if it was clear that she had moved on.

So even if I find Christine, we are no longer married. But I don’t care about divorce papers. Carla Christine Zabala, is still my wife. If I have to marry her again, I will marry her as soon as I see her again. And when I find out who tampered with Christine’s marriage certificate, I will kill that person with my bare hands. There’s no fucking way Christine would do this to me. She loves me. Christine fucking love me. She made me feel she loved me and was forgiven for what I did to her in the past.

Unfairly treated. But she knew one thing about the world. The poor rarely received fairness. “We are going back to Yorkshire.” Aron’s voice lowered. But somehow, it became even sharper. His eyes locked onto hers. “Never look at me like that.” He was not allowing her anger. “You must be able to pretend to love me even when your heart wants to burn everything down.” Eva’s blood rushed faster. Her mind filled with endless questions. This was only the beginning. She had no idea how far Aron’s revenge would go.

Then at him. His jaw was stone. His eyes, when they finally met mine, were the glacial thing I had learned to read as the face he wore when he felt too much and had decided to feel nothing instead. Whatever Lila's return had unlocked in him, whatever soft, rearranged thing had moved through him at the sound of her voice on the phone last night, he had compressed it into this. A folder. A gesture. Four months of marriage ending in a document slid across a dinner table. I opened it.

“I think we should explain some of the problems that exist in this relationship.” Alexander exhaled looking at Kimbeerly. “Well, I think you already know so let's talk and pay close attention to everything I say.” Kimbeerly couldn't believe Alexander's words with her heart hurting so much especially seeing Alexander's face that looked lazy to face him. “I deliberately approached and married you and entered your family. My goal is only one, to avenge what has haunted me since childhood. I'll tell you the truth, from the beginning I didn't even love you, I never even considered you in my life. You were just a tool that I used as a medium for my revenge on your family. You have to understand wh