Sweet Love Revenge Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

That's why in order to purchase the shares of Holiday Wines and make it debt free he made a deal to marry Sophia. The revenge slogan that always rang in his head till he married Sophia was “You kill the girl you hate, it's only a moment of pain you are causing to her. But if you marry her, every day is a living hell to her.” Blurb "Her father owes me and marriage to this baffling woman is something I can't stop thinking about. I'll make that deal where she becomes mine by hook or by crook. Not that I like her, it is purely revenge. The more arrogance she shows towards me, the greater I want to break her and make her bend to my will." - Saul.

" I was shocked that he already knew, but I didn't show it. I locked my gaze on him, "Marcus, I married you only because you said you'd help me get revenge. I married you as a way to show appreciation for everything you've done for me. You don't have the right to question how I take my revenge. Our marriage is solely for revenge–nothing more." Something painful and raw flashed across his face. His hand slowly left mine. He acts this way every time I remind him that our marriage isn't a normal one. He can't fall in love with me, never.

The thought that Sophia’s actions could keep them apart ignited a flame of vengeance within him. “I saw you for the first time at that wedding,” he began, his voice low and intense. “I fell in love with you at first sight! Orman was already struggling with his feelings for Riddhima, but when he met your sister, it seemed like there was hope for him again. But because of you, they never became one. That’s when I decided to take revenge on you!” His words were laced with bitterness as he recalled how he had shouted at her in his anger. Sophia's eyes widened, and hurt flickering across her face. “That means all our moments in college and your proposal were lies?” she asked, her voice trembling

“I should be plotting revenge, but I’m torn. Part of me wants to forgive him and move on, but the other part—” Soren interrupted. “You should go with the second option. Revenge is best.” “I didn’t even finish my sentence.” “I know you well enough,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What should we do? Alaric is getting married to Davina,” I said, my voice catching with emotion. It felt like a nightmare, but over the past month, the reality had slowly sunk in. I promised myself I would never fall in love again. Marrying and sacrificing myself for someone else was the most foolish thing I’d ever done.

“We’re going to get married soon so I don’t think there is a need to hide it from you. You should feel at home, Sweetipie because that condo will be our home when we get married. Do you like it already? Or do you want to move to the province? I don’t care if we live in the city or not as long as I get to stay beside you. For the rest of our lives. Isn’t that romantic?” “This is not romantic at all. Not any of this is. This will be the last time I will visit your place.” “If my condo does not suit your taste, I will buy another place. Is that fine with you?” I put the phone in my front and stared at it with disbelief. What the heck is happening here? “Do you hear yourself, woman?” “Yes. Loud

The wind made their hair move along with it and it felt surreal how calm the situation was now, even though Citrine was about to say something outrageous. Revan was staring into her hazel eyes, anticipating her words. There was silence between them until the wind blew again and Citrine finally spoke. “Let’s get married.” “Hmm? Were my ears playing tricks on me?” Revan asked. His face was expressionless, but he had a million questions buzzing around inside his head. “You still like me?” he asked again, making Citrine look at him in disgust. He wasn’t even serious with his question, but he was offended by her reaction.

I informed her, and she looked at me for a while, fury on her face, but she quickly altered her attitude. "You don't even want to see me?" she asked. "I may not enjoy the marriage, but I cherish it more than anything else in the world; I believe in the sanctity of marriage, and there's no way I'm going to let Celina think I'm cheating on her," I said, widening her eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid. The contract marriage is what's keeping her away from me. If only there's a way to fix it." "Divorce her." Spencer suggested. "What?" Has his friend grow demonic horns? Who would divorce their woman? The one they liked a lot? "Help her get the revenge she wants and your deal ends there right? You get the companies and she got her revenge. After that is the divorce. Once that happens, you marry her the right way. Propose to her properly and tell her how you feel. No more marriage deal to stop the both of you." Lois nodded. Understanding what Spencer was trying to say. Why didn't he think of that?

It was as if our wolves were whispering secrets to each other, revealing truths we ourselves could not fully grasp. “I love you, Jordan Reynolds.” I said, my chest swelling with emotion. “And I will love you, flaws and all.” He smiled, leaning closer and brushing a strand of hair from my face. “And I will love you with every beat of your heart, Celine Jones-Reynolds.” I smiled at the way he added his surname to mine. “We’re getting married before the final fight. I need that moment etched into my memory, just like our mating bond.” I pulled him into my arms.

“After everything? After you took my virginity and promised I was the only girl you’d ever want?” The moment the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. Ryan’s expression tightened immediately. “Zara,” he muttered. “Don’t start that.” Keisha rolled her eyes. “Oh please,” she said. “You’re acting like that was some sacred ritual. People have sex. It’s not a marriage contract.” Ryan nodded like she had said something reasonable. “That was months ago,” he added. “You’re still stuck on it.” Something cold settled deep in my chest. So that was what it meant to him. Nothing.