Romans & histoires Revenge Wedding

“I guess that makes two of us. I actually made a reservation for a dinner date tomorrow.” "I didn't mean to call up painful memories." I shook my head at him. "That's not what I meant." "Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company."

“What I’m thinking is that we may have an opportunity coming up. Mario Alfonso’s wedding. They stole something from me, and now I will steal something from them.” Misha nods, his eyes narrowing as she understands the implication. “You want to disrupt Alfonso’s wedding?” He asks, his tone hushed but eager. “That could be our chance to strike back and show them who’s really in control.” I nod in agreement. Revenge is on my mind, and I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of taking it on the Outfit. “Exactly,” I say with a grin. “It’s hard to have a wedding without a bride. I want to make them pay for what they’ve done to us. And what better way to do that than by ruining

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

Chapter 9 / Part Three We looked at each other and I gave her a kiss on the forehead, then looked at those present as I vowed to myself that I would achieve my task, whatever it took, I was going to avenge my mother's dishonor, what they did to my family. We had rented a mansion for the party and civil ceremony, we arrived and shared our personal vows in front of everyone. "You look beautiful, I swear in front of everyone present that you will always remember this day and also me, in every second of your life, I will be present."

It was hard to tell whether she was in disbelief or consumed by envy and jealousy. "What a performance! Cedric, you broke through Needlewood and interrupted the wedding, so what? Today, I will bury all of you here! You can be together if you want... on the road to hell!" Lauren stood on the hill, gazing at Cedric's figure, laughing recklessly. Perhaps the joy of revenge made her increasingly ruthless. After breaking free from the handcuffs and leg irons, his hands and feet were free, making it much easier to move forward. In the distance, the wedding march played, its once familiar melody now particularly harsh.

The message I send is short, but it carries the weight of a thousand years of anger and revenge. [The plan is in place. Confirm.] Within moments, the response flashes on the screen. The message is clear and concise, and it fills me with a dark delight that threatens to overwhelm me. -[Confirmed. All is set.]- A wicked smile plays upon my lips as I read those words. The storm I have been brewing is ready to unleash its fury, to rain chaos down upon the wedding, turning it into a night of reckoning. I will expose their treachery, unveil their darkest secrets to the world, and turn their carefully constructed façades into ruins. This wedding day will be one they will never forget. They will be

A surge of fury burst through my chest. I didn’t know where the strength came from, but I lunged forward and bit down hard on Randy’s hand. He yelped and staggered back. I seized the moment, raised the dagger, and drove it into his thigh several times. Then I snatched his car keys and sped straight toward the wedding venue. I refused to lose. This was not my fate! In the rearview mirror, Randy’s limping figure gradually disappeared.

I should have seen the signs all this time. He didn't even wait to conclude the divorce before getting my replacement. That greedy bastard! Knock! Knock! Startled by the knock, I quickly wiped my tears, feigning a smile. Maria swung the kitchen door open. "Cherry's fiancé is here ma'am. They are all waiting for you." "Oh…" I sniffled, drying the tears I'm trying to hide. Maria stood still, noticing me, her eyes compassionate. "Are you sure you're okay, ma'am?"

I wanted to get them back, to make them feel how I felt. I gave a little smirk. “Revenge?” I heard Ethan say, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Yes revenge, I want to take revenge on Raymond and my sister Jasmine for all they did to me. I want to cause them pain, so much pain that they would be begging for death, "I said, as I looked at him. “Also like i said before, i am only agreeing to get married to you because i want my child to have a father” “With that been said, there’s going to be a no falling in love rule, we would both have to agree to stay out of each other’s life”

“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.”