Revenge Wedding Novels & Stories

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

I looked at him for a moment, and I could only hope I wasn’t getting another abusive, manipulative, cheating man even if it was only for a short period of time, I imagined and just for revengeful purposes. I would at least beg for a friend please lord. “I do.” I heaved a sigh and he smiled. Everything seemed like a vegas wedding, spontaneous, not thought out, having little to no people around, wearing anything except we dressed perfectly for the occasion. It was amusing yet beautiful. We shared a kiss and it was different from another kiss I had shared with a man, I felt a spark and by the look in his eyes, he felt it too

Rage boiled over, and I stormed up to the stage, slapping Selena hard across the face. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face. “Trish, I can look past how you always make my life hard. But this is my wedding!” she cried. “Who has ever heard of giving a bouquet back after a swap? These glass bouquets are all over online shopping platforms for just ten bucks. Fine, I’ll give you a hundred to make up for it!”

Jason was going to make Chloe his wife officially while my baby grew inside her body, and they were planning their perfect wedding like I didn't even exist anymore. Then an idea struck me with such clarity that I actually smiled. I should make their wedding count for something, use it as the perfect stage for my own revenge. What if I showed up to their wedding with Dorian on my arm and introduced him as my husband? They would finally understand that the game had truly begun and I wasn't the helpless victim they thought I was. I started undressing and headed to the bathroom where I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the tension in my shoulders. After washing thoroughly I to

That wasn’t an answer. But before she could press further, Ethan slid a document toward her. A contract. At the very top were three words. Marriage Agreement. Her pulse quickened. “This is crazy.” “Perhaps.” He looked directly into her eyes. “But tell me, Amelia.” His voice dropped lower. “What better revenge is there than becoming Mrs. Blackwood?” Amelia’s breath caught. For the first time that night, she found herself speechless.

"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

Once again dad and Mrs Mathilda in a head count turned to hear my response, and trust me, now that Luca is on it to get married, who I'm I to say no? I'll gladly get married to him and get my revenge for what happened years ago.. "I also accept father?". Happy was the look on their faces, Mrs Mathilda rushed over and hugged me, her smell felt like it was chocking, no matter how much I'll love to rub the middle finger up in her face, it's best to calm down and think. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold... ( Evil smile) The whole day, was set out for the preparation of the wedding, I only just accepted hours ago ...

I grabbed a fur pillow and hurled it across the room, knocking a glass perfume bottle off my vanity. "You're such an idiot!!! Oh, 'you officially owe me a very big favor,'" I mocked myself in a breathless, high-pitched whisper, pacing in a circle on the rug. "So mysterious. So badass. So fucking useless...I’m sure a man who run-handles the entire city's underworld is losing sleep because a girl in a slit dress gave him a warning. He probably washed his boots and forgot my face before the guards even finished dragging that waiter to the basement." A cold weight settled heavy in my gut. I have just two more days to my wedding... I had no time... I needed to stop it...I needed a reason to stop

"Your wedding organizer can't return the wedding funds that have been paid, right?" Mardeline nodded her head despite the uncomfortable expression on her face. "Yes, Miss Arleena. We are very sorry for not serving a refund when the wedding plans are only one week away. The preparations are 95 percent." "Ah, the preparations are 95 percent..." Arleena nodded her head, still looking calm. Then he turned his gaze to Justin. "Wow, did you hear that? What an asshole for ruining wedding preparations." Justin didn't react. But he didn't feel guilty at all. Arleena was well aware of the slight smile that briefly appeared on the man's face, making her heart grow furious.