Revenge Marriage Novels & Stories

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

"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

The moment she stepped inside the guestroom one of the guards had led her to where Damien was already waiting. Without a word, he led her toward another small room with a dark marble table at the center, where a single document lay open and waiting with a pen dividing it in two. Beside it was a script outlining the terms of their arrangement: a three-year marriage contract, devoid of emotions or expectations. Isla stepped forward, her eyes scanning the words. The reality of what she was about to do settled over her like a heavy blanket. This wasn’t a union born of love or even companionship. It was a transaction, a calculated move designed for one purpose—revenge.

"A contract marriage. One year. Purely business. I get protection from an unwanted marriage to Senator Blackwell, you get... whatever you want. Revenge against my family, a convenient wife for business functions, I don't know. We can negotiate the terms." I should laugh, should throw her out, because this was insane. Instead, I found myself asking, "Why me?" "I already told you. You're powerful enough to protect me from my father, and you hate him enough to actually do it." "There are other powerful men in Manhattan who aren't your family's sworn enemy." "But none of them would benefit from humiliating my father the way you would," she said, and there was something sharp in her eyes now. "Le

"He's the only man who ever made you cry. And now you've invited him back with instructions to watch you with someone else. That's not revenge, Elena. That's—" "Justice." "Gasoline meeting match." "I can handle Adrian Kane." "Can you? You just created a situation where you have to feel nothing while he feels everything. And honey, you've never been good at feeling nothing where he's concerned." "I'm different now." "Are you? Or are you just better dressed?" The question lands harder than it should. "I have to go. I need to get ready for dinner." "Elena—" "I'll call you tomorrow." I hang up before she can say anything else. Before she can point out the obvious flaw in my plan. That revenge on

The moment she had another man’s child, our marriage was history. No, the moment you pulled the trigger, your marriage was history. I shoved my conscience away. I didn’t need it, didn’t want it. She wanted an annulment. I should want it too. She meant nothing to me. Then why did it bother me to think of her marrying someone else? It would be the only reason she would want a divorce or annulment. The whole marriage with her started wrong, the means for revenge against her family. And that need for revenge wasn’t gone. I would use her, for revenge and to drag her back into my bed. I had to get her out of my system somehow.

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?

That's why in order to purchase the shares of Holiday Wines and make it debt free he made a deal to marry Sophia. The revenge slogan that always rang in his head till he married Sophia was “You kill the girl you hate, it's only a moment of pain you are causing to her. But if you marry her, every day is a living hell to her.” Blurb "Her father owes me and marriage to this baffling woman is something I can't stop thinking about. I'll make that deal where she becomes mine by hook or by crook. Not that I like her, it is purely revenge. The more arrogance she shows towards me, the greater I want to break her and make her bend to my will." - Saul.

~Jessica~ I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.

“She said that you turned down every marriage partner that your grandfather had to offer.” “That brat and her fucking big mouth.” Revan rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice. “So? What do you have in mind?” “Just like I said, let’s get married and we’ll kill two birds with one stone,” she replied, “I’ll use you for my revenge and you’ll use me to stop your grandfather from arranging a marriage for you.”