Perfect Marrige Revenge Novels & Stories

“Cancel the marriage, Adrain keeps bothering you, besides the marriage strengthens your stake. Think about it well!” I stared at him, confused. Confused on why he refused to play along and somehow just showed up catching me unawares and even more confused on why he’s insisting on the continuity fake marriage, he had been receiving serious backlash from netizens since the news came out, so why would he want this? “I don’t understand.” I whispered, very lost. “Don’t think too much of it!” He said. I sighed and exhaled deeply. “Fine” “The fake marriage story continues!”

I stayed silent for a second. “I’m not lying, Dadi.” She leaned forward slightly. “You married her for revenge, didn’t you? She looked pale… not like a bride. Something is wrong.” She always sees too much. I forced a calm expression. “Dadi, we got married a month ago. Why would she look like a new bride?” But she wasn’t distracted. “Tell me the truth. You married her for revenge, didn’t you?” I clenched my jaw. “No.” A lie. Then she said something I wasn’t prepared for.

The person he had looked at with those too-old eyes in the car driving away from the mansion and said, ‘you've been sad for so long, maybe now you'll be happy’. About the moment I had decided to leave. Not a single dramatic moment. An accumulation that had reached a threshold. Kieran's voice saying, ‘mistake’ and the word sitting in the air of the room and my own recognition, arriving slowly and then completely, that the word was accurate not in the way he intended it but in the way I had been afraid to let myself think it. The marriage was a mistake. Not Daniel, not the years, not the woman I had been forced to become inside them. The arrangement itself. The premise.

“This is ridiculous. Éric and Anne-Marie? That’s—” “Exactly what it looks like,” she interrupted. “They’re getting married.” The room felt smaller. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “That doesn’t make any sense.” “Oh, it makes perfect sense,” she replied. “Your ex-wife and your stepbrother. A beautiful reunion, don’t you think?” There was something off about the way she said it. Something almost… amused. I exhaled sharply. “I’m not going.” Isla tilted her head, studying me like I was something she couldn’t quite figure out.

She still couldn't believe she would be the daughter-in-law of the Harrington family, a family with the strongest hold in California’s elite business circles. No one from her family would be pleased when Theo Harrington married her, especially Rebecca, who wanted everything she owned. And then there was the abominable Edward Smith. He was probably already making plans to torment me, ripping me off all the power from the North Corporation and snatching the percentage of whatever shares I hold in that company, she thought. They might retaliate once they learn about this new development. With Theo, she could not help but feel anxious about the next day. Life was in the hands of the powerful The

"Blake Reynolds' discarded wife marrying his biggest business rival mere weeks after their divorce? The press would eat it up. The Reynolds family would be humiliated. Their stock would plummet." "This is insane," I whispered. "You don't even know me. I'm pregnant with another man's child!" "I don't need to know you." He shrugged, the gesture elegant despite its dismissiveness. "This isn't about affection, Scarlett. It's strategy. You marry me, I gain a weapon against the Reynolds family. You gain financial security and my resources to extract whatever revenge you desire against your ex-husband." "You're asking me to jump from one loveless marriage straight into another?" My voice cracked wi

"Then he wasn't ready. And I stop pretending that changes anything." I hang up, standing in the garden with the decision made. The kitchen door opens. Melissa emerges—changed now, ready for her day. She stops when she sees my face. "Tell me you did the right thing. Not the easy one." She crosses to where I'm standing. Studies me with those eyes that see everything. "I just bet everything on Adrian not failing." My laugh comes out hollow. She takes my hand. Threads our fingers together. "That’s the Marcus I married." She kisses me—not the quick pecks I've gotten used to, but full, lingering.

“I am tired of all the fighting, the lies and pain… Please Just let me go. This marriage… it was a mistake from the beginning Just a huge, terrible mistake, I never wanted to marry you. Just a few days after my divorce with your cousin, my father forced me to marry you and now that I don’t have a father anymore, I—“ The moment the word “mistake” left my lips, Dante’s whole expression changed, his softness vanished, replaced by something dark and possessive. In a blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall his body hard against mine, his arms caging me in. I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. “Do not,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “ever call us a mistake again.” Fear and

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

By the time he was done with me, I didn't recognize myself. Good. She was easier to bury. The first month of our marriage was a masterclass in cruelty without contact. Charlie never raised his voice. He never had to. He had subtler tools, colder ones, the kind that don't leave marks you can point to. He froze every account attached to my name within seventy-two hours of the wedding. Not dramatically. Not with a speech. I found out when my card declined at a pharmacy for a twelve-dollar purchase and I stood at the counter with people behind me in line and felt the specific, airless humiliation of it, the cashier's carefully neutral face, my own hands not shaking only because I refused to let