Perfect Revenge Marriage Novels & Stories

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

Every step I took caused my heart to thrum in my chest. “You chose your sick little revenge over me. Over us. Instead of asking me for clarification, you pushed me away because you thought I was a gold digging back stabbing bitch. You didn’t think I was good enough. And just like your father, you didn’t think I was worthy of the Anderson name. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have let vengeance cloud your mind.”

The most bitter part was that she had died on her birthday too. Well, nothing could beat the betrayal from her husband. If Ken had cared, even a little bit, then her daughter would still be alive. If he had cared to hear her out, then… things might have been different. She cursed the day she got married to Ken. Ken had been her high school lover. While she had grown up in a rich background, Ken had grown up in a poor one. Clara never knew their marriage was all a well-planned operation by Ken and his family to leech off her family’s wealth.

Her voice sharpened as she pressed on: "And more than that, she tried to seduce my husband, Dad. She stooped that low. The fact that I haven't retaliated or destroyed her reputation yet is already more mercy than she deserves." "You expect me to deal with the consequences of her vile behavior?" Her tone rose, fierce and unyielding. Mark, visibly drained, rubbed his temples in exasperation. "Fine. What is it that you want?" He had no energy left for arguments-he just needed to resolve the fallout.

He stood close and picked a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his middle finger. "I don't think you get it, Renia. I married you because I wanted to get my revenge, I wanted and still want to make your life miserable by having you trapped in this kind of marriage where your husband doesn't even spare you a glance and treats you like you don't exist and I will be the one to decide if we are going to get a divorce or not." He said using his thumb to wipe away my tears. "Two years. You have punished me for two good years. You made me question myself and...you made me...I thought..." I couldn't even form a proper sentence without choking on my words. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of his

he asked, “and end the grudge that this family has had with hers for decades?” A twist, sharp and deliberate. He knew where to strike. Marriage was not romance here. It was leverage. It was survival. And I had made up my mind I would marry Even Peron. I had fucked her in the past and my cock still yearned the pleasure of her cunt. I would merge my dick with her tight pussy without being coarse but I would make her sorry for hurting me years ago. I did not hesitate. “Yes.” Murmurs rippled through the chamber... some approved while my response alarmed others. One man muttered a curse under his breath. Another smiled thinly.

It was no longer nervous or hopeful, but oddly calm in a way that made my skin crawl. “I know you’re married,” he said again, this time quieter, slower. “To Henry. Mr. Perfect. The man who has it all, the job, the charm, the sweet smile everyone loves and a scott, i will even kill to be a scott. But let me ask you something love, does he really see you? The way I do?” My stomach turned. “Yes,” I replied coldly. “He sees me. He knows me. And more than anything, he respects me. He loves and adores me and I love and adore him also. And unlike you, he respects boundaries.”

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

"No Phil you_" He cut her "Perhaps, I didn't apologise or perhaps you were trying to protect me from something. I really don't care. All I want, is for us to work this marriage. Be my wife again. Let love rule us. Do you want all these?" Does she want all these? Offcourse she does! She is tired of being a revenge tool. She wants a serious relationship for once in her life. She wants to love her husband wholeheartedly without having to plan any fuckin games. Damb this Revenge Game! Damn his father! Damn her Pride! and most especially, Damn her Mother!! She loves this man and she wants her marriage to work. She nodded a Yes.