Perfect Marrige Revenge Novels & Stories

But he married Fabe Everette, a nobody, which broke the heart of all women who fantasized him head over heels. Over two years of marriage, Fabe tried hard to prove herself worthy of Bryce's love. She wanted him to love her, how she learned to love him and fulfill her duty as a good wife. Fabe serves him well and supports him but, above all, endures mockery and embarrassment.

“Please, hate me all you want but not this…” “June, you knew that I never told anyone anything bad about you,” I stated, “Even in my mind, you were the perfect one-“ I couldn’t continue what I was saying when he cut me off. “And that’s it, Freya, I’m not perfect. I make mistakes,” He sobbed. I heard the start of pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. It’s as if the world knows that someone’s heart is crying in pain. “You call having a wife a ‘mistake’?” I sneered at him.

He failed her miserably, and he could never forgive himself for the mistake. “I'm sorry, baby! Are you okay?” He gently wiped her tears before kissing her forehead, trying to erase all of her pain. The crowds of people who weren't aware of his marriage looked at them in awe. They couldn't believe Rayan Allen was already married to someone. Wasn't he supposed to be engaged to Aurelia Jones? Were they wrong all along? If Rayan was already married, then why did Aurelia and the Jones family pretend like the engagement was still going on?

"I'm not the one who fcked* you." For a flash of a second, the smile faltered on Catherine's lips, but she regained her composure far too readily. "I'm telling you because you never could-after three years with him, you never gave him a child. But I did. And we're getting married soon, sister. Isn't that wonderful? Amelia clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails were digging into the backsides of her hands. "That's it?" she asked, in a voice as smooth as concrete on the surface and churning with Page 148ahrenheit currents of rage, hard below.

"My name is Amelia Alvarez. And I don’t fucking know you. " Something flickered in his eyes – surprise, maybe. "You have to believe me this is all a cover," he said, then cleared his throat. "What had a sort of an arrangement." "What arrangement?" I demanded, confusion overwhelming me. "Our marriage." He moved closer still, until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "The one we had and both agreed to as revenge against Marco Valdez. Your ex-husband who nearly destroyed you." "Marco..." For a moment, all I could do was stare as this man. It’s almost a shame a man as hot as him is gone nuts. "This is insane. I don't know any Marco. I’ve never been married before and most especially I

“You don’t have to do this, Jasmine. You don’t owe me anything.” Jasmine shaked her head. “This isn’t about owing you Marshall. I need a new life and you can give that to me. But I also need something else—revenge. You said you wanted to help me. So help me, Marshall. Let’s get married. Let’s destroy everyone who has ever hurt me. Let's rise against all your competitors.” Marshall was momentarily taken aback by the tone of her voice. This wasn't the broken woman he had found in the wreckage of her life.

“Then can I be the one to tell Noah that I fucked you?” A smile spread on my lips. Who cares about that? When I did the same thing he had done. “If you wish to,” I said settling down close to him on the bed. “But you… have no intention of ending your relationship with Mia.” His face dared up, replaced with fear and nervousness as the shock hit him. “Save your revenge for Noah, not me!” he smirked, his face hardened. I scoffed, leaning closer to reduce the space between us. “Women stay faithful in a marriage not because they don't know how to cheat.”

But the doubt was louder tonight than it had ever been. Ben Blackwood didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t second-guess, he didn’t hesitate, and he certainly didn’t feel. Every move he made was calculated, cold, methodical. His marriage to Serena had started as just another play in a long game of revenge—revenge against the father who’d tried to ruin him, revenge against the legacy that nearly buried him. Serena was the perfect pawn: beautiful, intelligent, naive in all the ways that mattered. She was a key to unlocking every door that had once been slammed in his face.

“No, forget about that and talk to me. I want to know. I am not saying that I want to help you but saying what the problem is can get it off your chest” She sighed. “Okay. As you know, we got married because of our revenge against Darius….” “A revenge? You betrayed me, miss” “Oh please, Marcel. Do you want to listen to me or argue with me” I crossed my hands over my chest. “Go on”

Apparently, during which Asher went through an emotional roller coaster and had to make the decision of his life, he had to make that choice between how he is feeling about her wife at the moment or to focus on his revenge for whatever she did in the past. She silently went to her room and started sobbing, she couldn't help but to recall how happy life she was living before, though she was middle class, she was studying on scholarships, earning for her food but at least she wasn't a slave and now he is not leaving any opportunity to ruin her and she is also keeping mum until she gets fine. She cursed the day when she put ointment on his hand when her friend burnt him with hot coffee. She def