Sweet Revenge For My Arranged Husband Novels & Stories

I said, pressing my heel against the downed man’s neck, “you’ll just follow.” “Maybe I should,” he bit out. “It’s not exactly comforting to know my wife is out breaking bones while I’m sitting here in an empty house.” I laughed softly. “That’s marriage, Dante. Sometimes the husband waits.” “Don’t test me, tesoro.” His voice dropped, that velvet-wrapped threat he thought worked on me. “This new arrangement, we’re still adjusting. Don’t make me come find you.” I smirked, flipping my knife open from my thigh holster just as another thug stumbled toward me. “Then you’d be interrupting my warm-up.”

To believe that someone loves me unconditionally. But the moment cracks. I pull back, breath shaky. “But Mom… the police. They’re going to come after me. There’s probably a manhunt going on. I—” She lifts her chin and walks to the side, her lips stretching into a smug, victorious smile. “Do you know how long I’ve planned this?” she says, her tone icy with satisfaction. “How long I’ve waited to get my revenge on Victoria Montgomery for ruining my marriage?”

As I ran to meet them at the front porch, I felt a flash of rage inside of me, along with concerns about how he met my kid. " Mummy i got you a new husband." Selene leaped into my arms, relinquishing his grip as soon as they reached the front porch.

—JENNIFER— My sleep was broken with someone stroking my hair and after trying to ignore it thinking it was my dream or something, I finally opened my eyes with annoyance only to be met with a T-shirt clad chest. Well, who could be that? That was the first reaction my slow mind could produce before it raced and realised that it was the same six feet three inch handsome mafia don that claims to be my husband. Shit! Why the hell am I tangled with him?

"Kidnapped is a strong word. It was merely an arranged marriage." Sophia arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Arranged marriage? You two really know how to keep things unconventional." I nod, playing along. "Yeah, apparently, we still live in the 1800s." Vincent, sensing that the spotlight is on him, clears his throat. "It's not as dramatic as it sounds. I made a special arrangement with her father." Sophia smirks. "Wow, this kind of makes sense." "How does it make sense?" I ask.

She brushed off her disturbing thoughts as Kevin held a piece of cake in front of her lips. “Eat,” the tips of her ears reddened as she took the cake with her mouth, aware of all the eyes on them. His father, Issac Lowes was at one corner of the room glaring at them while his arranged bride was glowering at her from the other corner. She rebuked herself to be more confident and hold her ground. She needed his help and he needed hers. She would play her part in helping him as long as she could get her revenge on Silas.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

“And, by the way, out of all the people in this world, you had to marry him?” “We were arranged to be married, Sameer. And you want to know why I keep bringing him up?” My voice rose a little. “Because he’s my husband!” “If it’s just an arranged marriage, it’s not more than we had, Kriti. We can still fix it.” I saw red. Shit! I knew where he would head to from here. His hands rubbed my shoulder down to my palms, the touch felt like an assault. I jerked away shouting, “Sameer, that’s enough. Just go or—”

she whispered when she saw me. She blinked a few times before looking almost relieved. “Oh my god. It’s my husband. You’re here.” She stood quickly, nearly stumbling, and wrapped her arms around me. Her shoulders shook against my chest as she started crying again. “I’m so sad, Killian,” she whispered. “I found out today that my best friend hates me. Liz destroyed everything. Every time I try to do something good, everyone turns against me. Nobody loves me. Nobody actually cares about me.”

Suspects arrested. It was too clean. I was easily erased. I hadn't even recovered from the shock before I saw something else that sent a jolt of electricity through me. It was a post. “I’m so delighted the two love birds Michael and Victoria are finally getting married next week!” Someone tweeted. “It’s going to be the wedding of the century.” “Are we all going to pretend he wasn’t engaged to Alice? How could he move on so fast?” The world tilted. I bit my lips, my nails digging into my skin. Then, something in me shifted. Something cold. Deadly. A slow smile formed on my lips.