Perfect Marrige Revenge Novels & Stories

And I had to know how the fuck she ended up marrying that asshole in just a matter of a month, especially after she humiliated him in front of his own people. I should have cautioned her that day, or at least, talked to her. But at Nadine’s wedding, when she washed him with wine and made him look like the dick he was, it satisfied me to know she would never fall for his charms. That was my second mistake. The first was to trust someone I should never have. After spending the night at her apartment, when the morning arrived, I told Mrs Fisher not to leave the apartment at any cost and that if she needed anything, she could always call or text me and I would be there. And then I was off to my

Kayla let out a cold laugh. "First of all, you were the one who thought the Campbell family was too poor and willingly followed a trafficker just because he promised you a limited edition Barbie doll. You only came crawling back after hearing the Campbells had made it big, trying to snatch the real daughter's place. The shameless one is you, not me. Second, Luke's marriage certificate still has my name on it. I am his lawful wife." Stephanie looked like she was on the verge of losing her mind, then a strange, twisted smile appeared on her lips.

she said, her eyes fixed outside as if the world beyond the glass mattered more than the man she’d married. Aion rubbed his face, his chest tightening at the memory of the night before—their wedding that wasn’t built on love, but on promises tangled with resentment. He should’ve felt victorious. This was his revenge, after all. But as he watched her now, her fingers tracing invisible shapes on the windowsill, the bitterness didn’t taste as sweet as he imagined. “I’ll make breakfast,” she said suddenly, standing up before he could answer. Her tone carried politeness, the kind that people use with strangers.

And she had no idea why. “And do you want to know why?” he continued, halting her straying thoughts. “Because I know what marriage means to you. I know what you've imagined your marriage to be. I know that you've dreamt about your wedding in a certain way. And that's why I'm here, to crush any chance of that dream manifesting. To make sure you never get the marriage you've encraved in your mind. To get you stuck in this loveless marriage forever… I know what that stupid word ‘love’ does to you. And knowing that you would never get that gives me the absolute form of satisfaction, my dearest wife. So buckle up and come to terms with your life because shedding tears isn't going to change the ou

Amari cries, while the other woman waves her hand dismissively. “Nonsense! We all know that the sneaky Thomas tricked her into this marriage.” She sounds angry for some reason. I have a feeling that she does not like me much. “Tricked or not, they are married and in love by the looks of it. You are just jealous that someone snatched Amari,” Mrs Gail says while Amari avoids my eyes. “Tricked marriage is not real!” the woman snaps at Mrs Gail. “Marriage is sacred, Sister Harvey. Get over your prejudice and be happy that Amari has found her prince,” Mrs Gail lashes out at the other woman before mischievously winking at me and adding “I will pray for you to find peace with that, my dear sister.”

"She usually talks about the people who mattered." I almost laughed. That was the man I married. Always graceful in wrapping his fury in ribbons only I could read. Dario narrowed his eyes. "Maybe... she kept it to herself. Some memories are just too... hot to share in a marriage that looks a little too... polished." Hugo adjusted his silk tie elegantly. "Or maybe, some memories just weren’t worth telling." A direct hit. Dario chuckled, but his smile stiffened. "That polished marriage of yours, Hugo, will be tested. Trust me. Especially if one of you has... unresolved history."

But then. A quick peck landed on her forehead. "Just call me 'Mas'." "Wow, newlyweds," Andre arrived with Allister, and Inez was also there in her wheelchair. "Mom is happy that you finally married the woman Mom and Dad chose. Allisya is the best for you, son," Inez said, a little weak because she had just recovered and come home from the hospital. She really wanted to be present at her son Aris's wedding, even though Andre had refused, saying she needed to rest. But Inez had to throw a tantrum first to melt Andre's resolve. ***

He walked toward me, and I backed up until my back hit the dresser. "I want an open marriage, Emilka," he said simply. I stared at him, stunned. "An open marriage? You mean you want permission to cheat? Or you want me to be okay with what you’re already doing.” "I'm doing this for us," he said, and the lie was so smooth it made me want to scream. "Look at what we've been through. The doctors. The hormones. The three failed IVFs. It’s been years of needles, crying, and disappointment. It turned our bedroom into a lab, Emil. I don't want to disturb you with my... needs anymore. I have a legacy to think about. I need a life that isn't just mourning a child that isn't coming."

The headlines dominated every station: “Julian Harrington Sentenced to 5 Years for Fraud, Coercion, and Conspiracy to Murder. Harrington Group Rebranded as Elite Group Under New CEO Ava Morrison.” I watched the footage of Julian being led away in handcuffs, his face twisted in fury and disbelief. The reporter detailed the charges — the forced kidney donation from Emma, the doctor’s murder to cover up my miscarriage, the financial manipulations during our divorce. Every word felt like justice finally served. I took a slow sip of wine, letting the warmth spread through me.I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes for a moment, savoring the peace. The penthouse felt different now…..l felt lik

" Oh thank God I didn't fuck up! Oh thank God Oh thank God! Holden's face is that of a child on Christmas morning! Like the whole world is perfect! And I did that! I am loved. My mates love me as unconditionally as my children do. Perfection. "And now, we must ask unfortunately.. But does anybody here present have any unlawful reason for this marriage not to happen?" The reverend asks with a heavy heart. Silence.. Silence.. "And we shall-" And a loud scream takes over the entire room; an ear piercing, painful blood curdling scream. "AND FOR OUR GRAND FINALE.. LIZZIE'S HEAD ON A PLATTER!" We all turn to the sound of the voice; Mercedes! The room is filled with gasps of shock and dismay.