Perfect Marrige Revenge Novels & Stories

She entered my office. “Alaric,” “What?,” “You knew that Marissa or whatever her name is. You knew that she tricked me but you didn't do anything about it!,” she screamed. “I don't understand what you are saying,” I said. “Alaric don't play dumb with me,” “I found out like you did, I did warn you about the fake one but your ambition to marry rich blinded you,” I retorted. “Ambition to marry rich, what about you, why are you begging her back?. You are begging hoping she will get you back with you. Too bad she is getting married and you lost. You fucking lost?,” She mocked

" I was shocked that he already knew, but I didn't show it. I locked my gaze on him, "Marcus, I married you only because you said you'd help me get revenge. I married you as a way to show appreciation for everything you've done for me. You don't have the right to question how I take my revenge. Our marriage is solely for revenge–nothing more." Something painful and raw flashed across his face. His hand slowly left mine. He acts this way every time I remind him that our marriage isn't a normal one. He can't fall in love with me, never.

Hurt her so she could also feel the amount of pain that drowned me. The high of having succeeded in half of my revenge plans still enclosing me in a world were all I thought of before I went to bed was how to ruin one certain Skyla Jefferson. “Hey mate,” Charlie’s voice cut through my thoughts. He waltzed in, a brown envelope tucked underneath his arm. My final masterpiece sealed within, out of sight. “How’s everything coming along, Charlie?” I asked, gently clicking close on the video of Tanya sabotaging Skyla’s image. She acted the part so well that she actually deserved an Oscar.

The drive back was quiet, but not uncomfortable. And for the first time since the register office, I caught myself wondering, really wondering, what it would be like if our marriage wasn’t just a stunt. Should I really give this marriage a chance as per Knox’s advice? . . . That night I went to Dad’s study and told him about my revenge plan. I thought he would be mad at me. But to my surprise he told me he will help me take revenge from Vaughn. But he told me to make this marriage work. He understood that when I married him it was just a contract marriage but now he wants me to take it seriously. I didn't have much choice left so I just agreed with him.

He could call her in and they have a long laugh at the fireplace and talk about boys. Just like they used to before he got married but Karen had told him that children weren't always the same innocent lambs when they grew up. “They become normal people and change……change so bad they could even harm you if they want,” she had said. “Why dad? Why did you let Alfred win? Why did you let Karen come between us and tear us apart?” Mary asked, tears making her face shiny under the moonlight. He stood, confused. They had told him she was a cheating wife……he believed them.

“You’re really stupid, you know that? Truly stupid. You think recording me sleeping or saying a few words is going to turn Cassian against me? After everything you’ve done? After you made me kneel in freezing water for ten hours? After you tried to starve me in his own house?” She stood up abruptly, eyes blazing with hatred. “Why do you want me out of my marriage, Hazel? Why are you making Cassian hate me gradually? What did I ever do to you? I have been his wife for years! You just showed up and suddenly he’s obsessed with protecting you, offering you a high-paying job, treating you like some precious thing. Tell me — what is your endgame?” I tilted my head, keeping my expression cool. I wa

“Marrying you was just a bet I made with my buddies back in college. They said I couldn't get the 'perfect, untouchable' Harvey to fall for me. So, I did it. And once we got married, the game was over. You were very boring.” “A… A Bet?” I felt as if the world was crumbling around me. My entire marriage... our three years together... It was all just a bet? “You should have just agreed when I suggested the open marriage,” Derek sneered, crossing his arms. “It would have been better for both of us. If you had just stayed quiet and let me do what I wanted, you wouldn't be in this position right now.” “You monster!” I shrieked. “I loved you all these years and I was just a bet to you?!” I lunged

"To half those people downstairs, this wedding is a multi-million-dollar merger. To the rest, it's a fairy-tale match made in heaven. If I pull the plug single-handedly because I 'changed my mind,' the board will call me unstable and spoiled. The press will tear my family apart. Investors will pull out of my dad's company before the night is fucking over." I turned back to the mirror, smoothing down the heavy ivory silk over my hips. "If this marriage falls apart, it can't come from me," I whispered. "It has to be destroyed from the outside, or Daniel has to do it...and we both know he won't..." I said, forcing strength into my voice before fall to the floor and begin to cry like a horse. "T

The world was continuing completely normally around me while I stood there and felt the floor shift under my feet in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Camille. I remembered Camille. I had shaken her hand and complimented her earrings and thought she seemed nice, and Liam had stood beside me with his hand on the small of my back and smiled at her and I had noticed nothing. I had noticed absolutely nothing because I had been too busy being his perfect, obedient, utterly foolish wife to notice the way they looked at each other, or maybe I had noticed and buried it because I had been so committed to the story I was telling myself about our marriage that I couldn't afford to look at

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,