Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Fallen Wife

He laughed, “That scheming woman, she almost had me fooled. It is obvious she still loves me and is using the inheritance to make me pursue her everywhere.” Hera cleared her throat once and she gradually relaxed, “Indeed, she is so devious.” She added. “You cannot let her fool you, Joseph.” She warned. She didn’t know how Sasha had found out, but she wasn’t going to let her ruin her reputation over something so unreasonable. He scoffed, “She is so desperate, wanting to see me all the time. Since she wants to go through those means, then she shouldn’t blame me for playing dirty too.”

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

She was mad about having to clean up after him when he had been nothing but mean to her of lately, but as they always say love makes you weak. “Yea, I’m not denying the fact that I assaulted her and I’m sorry for doing that but he stole her away from me, so it’s only right he gave her back!” Julian yelled unrepentantly, and Evelyn glared at him coldly. “Can you even listen to yourself? She was stolen from you? I’m your fucking wife Julian, not Kaira so stop all this craziness.” Evelyn retorted, her tone laced with frustration and anger. This was not how she saw herself in her marriage, she never thought she do turn this pitiful and she couldn’t help but blame Kaira again for her predicament.

He had no inkling that the woman orchestrating his downfall was the very one he had wronged – his estranged wife, Amber, whose appearance he could no longer recognize due to the skillful hands of a skilled plastic surgeon. With each step, my eagerness grew. The knowledge that I was avenging my shattered marriage fueled my determination, transforming me into a force to be reckoned with. I reveled in the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of watching my carefully laid traps snap shut around him. I began by exploiting his newfound vulnerability. Lucas, once the epitome of confidence, now second-guessed every move, every decision he made. His empire, once unshakeable, trembled under the weigh

Autumn Dawson stood stiffly at the edge of the dance floor, her hands clenched tightly around her champagne glass. she watched with teary eyes, her husband twirl his new bride, Iris Dawson—her much younger half-sister—across the polished wood. The twinkling lights above cast a soft glow on their joyous faces, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in Autumn's chest. For twelve years, she had played the role of his substitute wife, enduring the empty nights and the whispered rumors, only to be cast aside the moment his father passed away. On the very day that marked their twelve-year anniversary, he had married Iris, leaving Autumn to bear witness to a happiness that had never been hers.

Who knew when or how he would try to sedate me again. It slowly dawned on me how much I’ve been punishing myself and preventing me from being happy. Knox wasn’t the type of man that would tear a woman down, he instead was the man who went extra miles just to see you win. That was the person I should be with. Look at me! I’m in a hotel because I wanted to have a little peace. There and then I made the decision I work divorce Dante. He was of no use to me anymore and this would be my final strike of revenge.

"Get in." Nora climbed into the back. Vivian slid in next to her. Elena took the front seat. Sarah got behind the wheel and started the engine before anyone had their door shut all the way. The gates opened. She drove through. The gates closed behind them and the estate dropped out of the mirror. Nora watched the back of Sarah's head. "Who are you? Really." "I told you. I was his wife." "You were married to William Hart?" "Ten years ago. I found out what he was into. Found the proof. Tried to leave him. He tried to make sure I never got the chance to tell anyone."