Romans & histoires Sweet Love Revenge Marriage

An arrangement where we carefully maintained distance and pretended the past seven years hadn't meant anything? I couldn't raise a champagne glass and toast to the death of us. We fell into silence for the rest of the drive. Several months. Several months of waking up next to him. Of sharing meals and conversations. Of raising Elijah together. Of building something that felt so real I'd forgotten it was supposed to be fake. And now it was ending. The revenge was complete. The contract fulfilled. There was no reason for us to stay married anymore. No reason except the fact that I loved him.

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

Did he really just expect us to clean up everything now that he’s married his daughter off to me? Apparently. “Winnie would never marry you,” he hisses, his voice desperate, as if he’s trying to figure out for himself if she would or not. “She loved me a week ago. There’s no way she got married.” I laugh, loving the sound of shock—and maybe even hurt—in his voice. The fucker apparently cared about her. Just not enough to stop whatever revenge plot he has. “Oh, she got married—to me. And I don’t like people messing with what’s mine.”

“Not temporarily. Not conditionally. Not halfway.” He looks at me like he’s not trying to convince me of anything. Just telling me the truth. “Solene,” he says. My name sounds different in this moment. “Will you marry me?” No distractions. No audience. Just that. I look at him. At everything we’ve been through. The beginning that didn’t make sense. The middle that almost broke us. The way we found our way back without forcing it. “You remembered,” I say softly. “I listen,” he replies.

I really feel enraged that he was faking, but it doesn’t hurt: maybe I am glad that I didn’t have to hurt a good soul because Daniel is my true love. I sighed. “Till he does the thing, what should we do?” I asked him. “I know that I shouldn’t be desperate, but I really wanna marry you right now” “We are married anyway” I smiled. “It was also a love marriage” His face tensed and he sighed in despair. “That wasn’t--” “Doesn’t matter. I am here and we will arrange a grand wedding later now. For now, you can take us married” He nodded and smiled. “Okay”

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

A Reporter said. "You want answers uh? Then let me answer those ques now.." He turned to Olivia and took off her headphone, putting it on instead. "Olivia and I were married for two years and those years have been the sweetest years of my life even though I didn't appreciate her. We got divorced but as fate would have it, we're back together, stronger than ever and no one can tear us apart. You can only get but would never win" A smile formed on Sage's lips, feeling satisfied with Maynard's response.

“Sweetie…… You only love me and even if you got married to him. You will still be mine. So, do us a big favor and divorce him immediately.” “Huh….it is my wedding and I love my husband more than I have ever done with you. Just go back to the hole that you have been hiding in and leave me the hell alone. I saw you, Wesley. I don’t care whether you live or dies. Just don’t spoil my wedding. It is something that you have never given me. For once in my life, I am a happy bride. No one has to scold me that I have taken someone else love or tell me that he will never love me. I am warning you, stay out of my life. I do not love you.”

sad? I knew he needed my reassurance, but I didn't say anything. I simply leaned back slightly and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander a bit. Just a few more hours and everything would be over—no more pretending to love Lorenzo—and I'd finally get my revenge... Then, I could legally and proudly be with Vincenzo, ruling by his side. Our plan is perfect. I trust Vincenzo has meticulously planned everything, but I couldn't help the uneasiness brewing in me.