Revenge Wedding Novels & Stories

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

"Elena sends her congratulations too. She wanted to come, but her clinic couldn't spare her this week. She made me promise to send pictures." I found myself, watching my family gathered around Jolene, genuinely overwhelmed by how far all of us had traveled from the cold, fractured people we'd been at the start of this marriage, Rebecca's careful cruelty, Hailey's practiced boredom, Victor's suspicious distance, myself locked entirely behind managed silence instead of honest feeling. Rebecca pulled me aside later that evening, once the initial celebration had settled into quieter conversation over dinner, something careful in her expression that told me she had more to say than she'd offered

He said, "To attend a wedding” She paused for a second, "Are you going to attend a wedding, too?" "Too? You, too?" Zayn opened his eyes to look at her, but there was no sign of surprise in his eyes. Bethany didn't notice it. She nodded, "Yes. A wedding of the heir of... Quads family or something? I'm not sure. I'm just going with Jeff... Wait! Where did Jeff go!?" Suddenly, she realised that Jeff hadn't come back!

The music changed suddenly, it was time for couples to dance. Before I realized it, I was already moving one step, then another, drawn to her like a man walking toward a flame. But then a hand gripped my wrist. “Louis.” Isla called out. I turned to her, and she had that strict face that looked furry . “Don’t do it,” she whispered. “She’s my ex-wife,” I hissed under my breath. “I just want a dance.” Her fingers tighten around my arm. “No, you don’t. You want revenge. And if you go to her now, you’ll ruin everything you’ve built.”

“Play the poor, pitiful wife until Damian suddenly falls in love with you?” “That’s not what I’m doing!” I cried. “and he's falling for you” she glanced at me “I'm the only one who deserves to be mrs wilson The car swerved slightly. My breath hitched. “I never wanted this marriage!” I shouted. Silence. Then— “Too late.” The car sped even faster. My heart slammed violently against my chest. “Nora, stop the car!” I screamed. She turned to me. And smiled. “Goodbye, Clarice.”

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.

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)

“So, what I’m planning to do is pretend that I didn’t know about their affair, and while I’m at it. I’ll gather pieces of evidence that will expose them both.” Revan remained silent and listened to her plan unfold. Citrine, as far as he recalls, was a cunning person whose personality was unpredictable and difficult to decipher. She’s someone you don’t want to be an enemy of because she’s capable of anything when provoked. He thought she could be very useful. “My revenge was a little excessive, but I plan to expose them during my wedding. Then you’ll show up and replace Gael as my groom.” Revan raised an eyebrow in amusement at her plan. “This is what happens when you watch too much drama, bu

His large arm was hooked tightly around my waist. "Are you cold?" he asked softly. His voice sounded deep and spent. "No, " I murmured. I turned my face into his chest. Inhaled the scent of cedarwood and passion. "I'm warm for the first time in three years Dante." He shifted his weight slowly. His dark eyes looked down at me through the morning fog. The cold dominant predator was completely gone, replaced by a husband who looked like he had finally found his home in the dark. As Dante holds me after the passion, he whispers, "I married you for revenge but I will die protecting you.”

Amanda saw him like this and stopped him from being awkward. “She is my fiancé. She went missing a week before the wedding day. The police have searched everywhere and have not found a trace.” Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes when he thought about the person he once loved wholeheartedly. "Don't be sad! Maybe one day, all of a sudden, she'll come back." Amanda put her hand on Gregori's hand, who was trembling with emotion.