Sweet Revenge For My Arranged Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

he take a step closer and my mind is screaming that I should step back but then I couldn't move my feet as if it is under Sain's spell. What the hell is he talking about? "You use her name, her identity, but it was you who I marry not her. It was you who propose to me, it was you who sign the marriage contract, and it was you who live with me under the same roof. It was you and not Selena. You are my wife Herravie, and that makes me your husband" A sarcastic laugh escape me lips as I look at the serious face of Sain Czar while spitting those nonsense words. He manage to cross our distance without me realizing how he easily do it. And now his arm is on my waist forbidding me to leave away fr

After the wedding, Paris thought she would have had a romantic time with her arranged husband, Archer Wealth, with him about to be her first. Sadly, It didn't turn out as how she thought it to be. The night at his home in Massachusetts, Archer made her stay in a separate room. Paris Wealth was stunned by his action, for their honeymoon was a time for them to get close, closer than they'd ever been. She learned to be patient with him, seeing he wasn't ready to make love to her, as much as she wanted him to. The night Paris lay in her bed, in a new surrounding, away from Greenfield, the place she knew her entire life and her family, dishearteningly. She tried to sleep, hoping the next day woul

Her lowered head was lifted instantly, as she felt lost in his blue eyes while he said, “Avery Smith, you have no idea how much happiness you’ve brought me. I might not be the man you expected but I promise before all present here today, to love and cherish you till death do us part.” He wanted to say more but held it in. No one must know that it was an arranged marriage, except for the close family members who already did. It was better reserved for a private talk after the marriage. He slipped the ring onto her finger after that and the audience clapped even more. Susan was smiling all through. The smile on Anderson’s face was enough for her. “From all that the groom has said, there is no

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

In shock then in anger . " Calm down Mr. .. yes my ex-husband .. I was married but I gave him divorce .. and his name is Varun Arora .. " I said to which ... Maverick's face become pale and losts its colour.. " What happened maverick ? .. " I asked getting worried .. " Nothing .. nothing happened " he said faking a little chuckle .. " Stop lying and spell the truth .. " I asked in answer demanding voice .. He make me turned in dance and then hold me by my waist firmly .. we complete our dance .. then he took me in one room where we can talk privately .

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire.

Anais had appeared out of nowhere and, in mere seconds, had displaced everything I believed was safe. I knew my marriage to Matt had been arranged and convenient for both families, but that year together had been beautiful. It was inevitable that real feelings had developed. I believed they were mutual—but perhaps Matt didn’t feel the same. I just wanted the hours to pass quickly, to get out of there and be alone with him… if there was still anything left to save. But I couldn’t stay there doing nothing—I had to plan something formidable against him

“Look, from what I have gathered up until now, we were both tricked into this marriage. I will write off your father’s debt and grant you a divorce because I don’t wish to live under the same roof as a lying and thieving person like you.” “Where are the papers? Can I sign them now?” I asked him happily. I couldn’t stop smiling. My problems had been solved, or so I thought. “Not too fast. Under one condition.” He narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through me. “Anything.” I nodded eagerly. “You need to give me back my watch.” The smile drained off my face. I didn’t expect that.

Emma Watson. "Or what?" his voice cut through again. I felt weak, my knees wobbling like jelly beans. "Or you would have my husband to content with," I said defiance in my voice. The all broke out into laughter. "Husband!" One from amongest the men in the room, retorted. "And who's your husband?" The old man's voice cut through the air. "Ray Maverick," I managed to let out my words hoping Raymond's name could make an effect to scaring this people.