Revenge Wedding Manga Novels & Stories

"Of course it means a lot.. I mean... It's not easy to come to a wedding where the groom cheated on you with you adopted sister right under her nose.. " Aurelia said it loud and clear for people around them to hear.. "But I have bigger heart.. After all Vance blood runs through my body... " Silea's hand fisted her gown... Owen looked away, not saying a word... " I am glad that you chose forgiveness, sister... " Silea spoke through gritted teeth.. Aurelia could see her shaking with anger.. A beat. Then— Her fingers lightly touched Aurelia’s arm. Gentle. Almost affectionate.

I smirked and then turned to Shaw who looked very confused, “I scored a 91. A narrow escape.” He froze as the knots between his eyebrows loosened in an instant and a proud smile spread across his lips. “Congratulations…” He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You have done it again…” I shivered, when he kissed my hand, his gentleness filling the deep chasm he left behind earlier. “I am ready.” I declared. “I am ready to make them bow to me, Shaw. I want my revenge started.” “Good.” He nodded softly. “Our marriage will be announced to the public tomorrow. Our first leap into revenge. Both of us will finally get our pound of flesh.”

He just let out his chuckles and get inside the passenger seat of the car and the driver immediately started the engine of the white Lamborghini car. After the wedding he did not receive any messages from him until lately when he got a call telling him that they accomplished the mission which makes him happy because finally the revenge to hurt Vladimir using his love ones has been serve but there's a problem which is his wife. He blow's a sigh and back to the present. (END OF FLASHBACK)

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.

“I understand wanting revenge. I understand wanting justice for your mother. I understand hating them for what they did.” My chest tightens painfully. “But another part of me…” I shake my head slowly. “Another part of me feels like I’ve been standing in the middle of someone else’s war this entire time.” Marcus closes his eyes for a moment. “That’s not what this was,” he says quietly. “Isn’t it?” I ask. I look at him again. “You’ve been planning revenge for years. You’ve been watching them for years. You knew about my marriage, my father's company, my life… everything.”

I had to stay in control of my feelings. Even so, the thought of those rogues putting their filthy hands on her filled me with rage that was difficult to contain. When I found out who was responsible, they were going to regret their actions. I would make sure of that. Ella POV Planning a wedding the second time around was easier, though still stressful. There were so many little details to think about—from the color of the napkins to what cocktails would be served, even down to the flowers on the bathroom counters. This time, I simply had to recall what we’d done in the original timeline and repeat it. Although it wasn’t something I liked to dwell on, I had been so happy on our original wedd

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you. Love was easy to say. Love was cheap. But revenge—revenge was earned. Two days before the wedding, I lost everything. And in that same moment, I decided to take everything back.