Revenge Wedding Novels & Stories

“You are. And I will tell you this, whoever did all of this to you, he’s going to regret it. All you need to do is have your bath, come out like a million bucks, wear your gown, and then have your wedding. “You would have the whole guards on your side. The moment he touches you in your wonderful outfit, he’s going to have my wrath. Trust me on that. I’ll defend you.” I looked at her with raised brows. “You don’t know this family. You don’t know what they are capable of.” She smiled. “Have you seen what I’m capable of?” She then raised her hands to show me her claw-like nails as I chuckled. “All right, fine. I think we’d go with that.” She then hugged me, even though it would get her wet, as

Despite Christopher's efforts to suppress the news, it spread anyway, and Olivia inevitably found out that her fellow trophy wives were mocking her for it. That was why she planned this wedding so meticulously—to salvage some dignity, and to brag to all of Bayridge that she had a wonderful son and a daughter in-law! That was why nothing must ruin this for her! On the other hand, Christopher's expression was as cool as ice, the air around him so chilly it could well be below the freezing point! Even if he did not look forward to this wedding, his family's reputation was at stake. The prank was no different from a slap to his face!

No apology. “Why?” I whispered. “Ten thousand dollars…how can I ever repay you?” “I don’t want your money,” he said, gaze locked on mine, unflinching. Then he leaned closer. “I want you to marry me.” The words hit like a blow. My chair scraped the floor as I jolted back. “What? You’re…crazy.” “A contract marriage,” he said, calm. “Twelve months. Legal. Businesslike. You’ll receive fifty thousand dollars per month during the agreement.”

"I will help her get revenge against her family. In exchange, I will be her backer. That's why Luxuria existed in the first place. If she succeeds our marriage will end. I get Fontana and Luxuria while she gets nothing." "Wha-? You gave her nothing? Are you a man or what? You're so heartless, Lois." Lois kicked Spencers knee and the man groaned from the pain. "You idiot. She wanted revenge and wanted nothing from me. She's only using my power and status for revenge. That's what we made a deal out of it." "Then what seems to be the problem? Don't tell me you have really fallen in love with her and wanted more? Damn dude, that marriage deal is the only thing that separates the both of you. No

Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back. When my screaming and fighting all went futile I resolved to plead. “Tell me what’s going on, please.” Ava moved out and whispered something to the one heading the wedding. “I'm sorry ma'am but you can't be here? The wedding must go on—-” I snapped, my anger having the best of me.

“You’re married?” “It’s none of your business, Catherine.” “None of my business?! You claim you love your late wife so much that you are taking out your anger on your poor child, yet you got yourself a replacement wife?” “She’s not a replacement!” He snapped. “No one can ever replace Anna.” “Then what happened?” He looked away, finding it hard to tell her. “She got pregnant, okay? I’m starting afresh here, I don’t want the cops attention, so I had to marry her.”

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

A scandal with polite wording. The screen cuts to footage from the wedding. My wedding. White flowers. Crystal lights. Marcus walked away while cameras chased him like predators scenting blood. I reach for the remote and mute the television. Silence returns instantly. I didn’t realize how tired I was until now. Not physically. Emotionally. Revenge requires constant energy. Constant anger. Constant remembering. And something inside me is beginning to let go of it. The elevator opens behind me. I don’t turn. I know it’s Adrian from the change in atmosphere alone.

“You’re not serious.” He looked away without laughing. I felt all my moodiness gone. With him offering us to get revenge on Amara, which was what I had in mind, I felt grateful to have a partner who would be in it with me. I had thought u would do it alone but with him, it would feel more thrilling. * The wedding was in a small, overly decorated garden venue just outside the city. Sylvester and I arrived later than the official start time, mostly on purpose. I wasn’t looking to mingle or smile politely.

“We can retrace our steps, Olivia. I’ve contacted another priest. He’ll come by tomorrow, and we’ll have a quiet wedding reception right here.” The wedding. That was all he cared about. Not how I felt, or the pain I was trying to numb—nothing at all. It was only about that damned wedding. And I’d already made up my mind not to marry him… again. Not after learning about his plans for revenge. Not when I knew he was trying to get back at Axel for something I knew nothing about. “The wedding is over,” I said sternly, my eyes flashing the same emotion. “I’m not getting married to you anymore.”