Married For Revenge Short Drama Novels & Stories

What’s her problem? "He’s not my husband," she said curtly. The waitress was stunned. "Huh? But you look…" She couldn’t have got it wrong. They were meant for each other! "Ex-husband," Melody corrected calmly. "Those who have a marriage certificate are husband and wife. We only have a divorce certificate." Christopher choked. The waitress's eyes widened. Was this man blind? Why would he divorce such a beautiful wife? Instantly, she developed a bad impression of Christopher.

What a moron. “The plan is to make sure that my wife doesn’t marry someone she doesn’t know. The plan is to get her back so that she and I can be family again. The plan is to grow old with her and look back at this and laugh. Tell our children about it and how we overcame it all and stayed together. That is my plan. What is yours?”

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.

"He's the only man who ever made you cry. And now you've invited him back with instructions to watch you with someone else. That's not revenge, Elena. That's—" "Justice." "Gasoline meeting match." "I can handle Adrian Kane." "Can you? You just created a situation where you have to feel nothing while he feels everything. And honey, you've never been good at feeling nothing where he's concerned." "I'm different now." "Are you? Or are you just better dressed?" The question lands harder than it should. "I have to go. I need to get ready for dinner." "Elena—" "I'll call you tomorrow." I hang up before she can say anything else. Before she can point out the obvious flaw in my plan. That revenge on

"Hope that someone might give me a second chance someday. Someone who knew me before I became the man who destroyed his own marriage." Monica closed her eyes and placed her hand on her stomach. "Maybe someone will," she whispered. But first, they had to survive Germany Slater's final desperate attempts at revenge.

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.

I didn’t mean to pry, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. "She did the one thing I hate most in this world," Nathan groaned, his expression darkening. "Sylvia and I were married for almost three damn years. Then, one night, during a make-out session, she just… told me she had found another guy and didn’t love me anymore." My stomach twisted. "She had been cheating on me," he continued, his voice tight. "All those years we were married, and I had no idea." Heat crept up my spine, and guilt knotted in my chest. I had been so focused on getting revenge on the Hendersons that I never stopped to consider how my actions might hurt Nathan.

"Elena sends her congratulations too. She wanted to come, but her clinic couldn't spare her this week. She made me promise to send pictures." I found myself, watching my family gathered around Jolene, genuinely overwhelmed by how far all of us had traveled from the cold, fractured people we'd been at the start of this marriage, Rebecca's careful cruelty, Hailey's practiced boredom, Victor's suspicious distance, myself locked entirely behind managed silence instead of honest feeling. Rebecca pulled me aside later that evening, once the initial celebration had settled into quieter conversation over dinner, something careful in her expression that told me she had more to say than she'd offered

" Why are you so mean to me ... What wrong I have done to you , the only mistake I have done is , I married to you ... Why are you punishing me I am also a victim in this all ... I also don't want to get married to you but just like you I have my own reasons to say yes for this marriage. ... Than why are you treating me in this way " Amoli shout on Varun in pure anger . " Why I am doing all this ... So , listen bitch , I am just like that and treating you like that .. so listen you're my wife , and I can treat you any way ,you have to live with me the way I want you. And if you can't digest all this than give me divorce ... And i don't give a fuck to you and your suffering .. You're just a s

She moves in silence as she plots to get her revenge on her husband by using their marriage as a weapon to destroy his father’s company from the inside. Mariah bumps into a friend from childhood that she also dated for a while, Elijah. He creates a safe space for her, and she ends up telling him about her marriage and how it’s only a public stunt to get her family back on their feet. She also tells Elijah about Ashton and how he treats her, telling him about his plan to destroy her family’s wealth. Elijah encourages Mariah to get her revenge on Ashton, telling her that he’ll lend his help. Mariah accepts his help.