Revenge Wedding Novels & Stories

"I hate you and I hate this fucking marraige. You want to make this marraige work right? Well my aim is to make this marriage fail and become hell for you. I will be that stumbling block to your every move. I do not care if you see me as the villain. I do not give two fucks about it. But since you wholeheartedly and stupidly accepted to marry me all because of my wealth and a chance to be known as a wife, I will make sure I show how much of a hell you are now trapped in. Only then will I get my revenge" "Revenge for what?" I cried out, severe pain and heartwrenching grief gripping on to me. "For choosing to marry me Arianna! The ball was in your court.

The wedding reception had started with laughter and music—the sound of love songs that were being played as Gavin and I found ourselves on the dance floor. This was the start of my new life as Monica jones, wife to a powerful billionaire and the beginning of my revenge against my ex husband and ex best friend.

“So all this was for a petty revenge plan? Because he cheated on you, right?” Hearing this, Fidelia frowned, a flash of old pain mixing with fresh anger. ‘He has no idea how deep this goes.’ “It’s a lot more than that. I’m not just taking revenge on Silas. I’m taking revenge on my family, too.” Andrian leaned back, unfazed, his gaze steady and cold. “Okay I don’t even want to know. That’s none of my concern. What I’m after is my money.” “Give me back”

Vivian's voice trembled on the other end. "It's Ophelia... she's back." My heart skipped a beat, but I forced my voice to stay calm. "What do you mean, back?" "Dad, Ophelia is back. She's a major shareholder now," Vivian continued, her voice shaking. "She's coming for the company, Dad, for Ryan. I don't know what to do.” Of course. Of course, she found a way back in. “Calm down,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though I could feel the rage boiling inside me. “Come home, Vivian. Nothing’s going to happen to your marriage. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to Ryan.”

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

“I’ve put my life on hold for you. My career is suffering. My reputation is taking hits because of that blogger. And now you want me to wait even longer?” “I’m not asking. I’m telling you. The wedding is postponed.” “Because of her!” Vivienne spins to point at Raven. “This is all because of her! She invited that boy here! She got him killed! And now she’s ruining our wedding!” Raven doesn’t react. Just sits there with that same neutral expression and the tiniest curve of her lips. A smile so subtle that anyone else would miss it. Devilish. Satisfied. Dangerous. My cock hardens immediately.

First she shocked me by telling me that she loved me and then today she says that she hates me even when her eyes told a different story. I thought you are keeping distance from her. My revenge was complete in a way but I wasn’t happy. "Just tell the truth that you want to be with Dahlia the entire time and that is why you are leaving your busy office and going to Paris and now you are forcing me also." I said taunting him to which he showed me his middle finger and left the office to get back to his own work. Now I had some calls to make. I dialed the number which I was supposed to delete after her stunt but right now I needed her. "Serena, are you up for a wedding?"

They had listened And neither had tried to win. A sharp knock broke the quiet. Nathan entered, his usual composed expression replaced by something more serious. “Mr. Hawthorne.” Sebastian looked up. Nathan placed a tablet on the table. “You should see this.” Sebastian picked it up. A news article filled the screen. JILTED BRIDE SECRETLY MEETS GROOM’S DISOWNED BROTHER Beneath the headline was a photograph. Evelyn. Stepping out of her car in front of Hawthorne Capital less than an hour ago. Another photo showed Nathan escorting her through the lobby. More articles were appearing by the second.