Revenge Marriage の小説・ストーリー

She moves in silence as she plots to get her revenge on her husband by using their marriage as a weapon to destroy his father’s company from the inside. Mariah bumps into a friend from childhood that she also dated for a while, Elijah. He creates a safe space for her, and she ends up telling him about her marriage and how it’s only a public stunt to get her family back on their feet. She also tells Elijah about Ashton and how he treats her, telling him about his plan to destroy her family’s wealth. Elijah encourages Mariah to get her revenge on Ashton, telling her that he’ll lend his help. Mariah accepts his help.

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

I could feel the heat radiating off him, the weight of his breath, the tension thick in the air like a storm waiting to break. I held my breath, trying to suppress the storm churning in my chest, and then let out a short laugh—not out of humor, but anger. Disgust. This man truly thought he was untouchable. “My life isn’t yours to dictate. Especially not my marriage. That’s sacred to me. Not something you get to turn into your personal game.” His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. But I didn’t care anymore. “Marriage is sacred to me too. And even if you didn’t create this scandal, I’d still want you to clear my name—because you’re the only woman I want to stand beside me as my wife.”

I asked him, I have been looking for a possible means to change the topic the moment he came back and bombarded me with his questions. He nodded, obviously, he was not in the mood to have a chitchat, I, myself, was not in the mood for his questions. My birth date was rushing to show its face and for the first time, I realized I want to thank Ethan for what he has done for me, in a very small but classy way. What did he do for me? I asked myself at one point. Alot! I told my instincts, the fact that we have a contracted marriage did not mean he hasn't helped me in any way. Ethan helped me in covering the shame ever since the failed wedding between myself and Luke, this same man is helping wit

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

"Grandma, please, you have to separate them, don't let Habbab marry that woman, I can't stand it. He loves her." "Enise, don't be ridiculous, that marriage is simply a show, a lie, a ruse. It's already spoken, the judge is an actor, nothing will be legal, and I'm tired of saying it, and tired of your whining." I'm beginning to think that nurturing the infatuation between Enise and Habbab has had its consequences. Every step of the way has been perfectly signposted, from the moment that child was born. I knew I ran the risk of losing him, of him falling in love and wanting to start his own family, his own home, to get on with his life and forget about our revenge. To avoid that, I decided tha

Gil moved to the couch again and said coldly, “Martha, stop it I want to make this clear. I am here to take my revenge not to have a romance with you. Keep this in your mind until I am here.” Slightly pushing the side of her lips Martha said, “Okay, fine, but what is wrong in having a romance with each other. I am not coming in between your revenge. I just want to stay with you. After all, we are couples, aren’t we? Haven’t we married and kissed each other? You were so romantic and loving that very day did you forget that?” She was still trying to get close to him.

"My mother met him eight years ago it was love at first sight for her but for him I don't know. We were now better financially because of mother's hard work, so when they got married our family felt complete again. He was very nice and had no bad behavior which blinded us to see his true nature. After a year of marriage my mother found him cheating on her but she forgave him . That was the turning point he came home angry and beat my mother and sometimes even me. I thought of running away with my mother and everything was ready but we found out that my mother was pregnant with Alexis. He changed again all of a sudden, he asked for forgives and mama being the kind person forgave him. He becam

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.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.