Sweet Revenge For My Arranged Husband Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes. I know. You married Aléjandro.” “Oh, I guess that’s true.” I handed her the muffin. “I brought you this.” “Gracias.” As she reached for it, the sleeve of her sweater moved up, revealing the brown and green of a bruise on her wrist. I didn’t think she realized I saw it, and I knew from experience, if I mentioned it, she would make an excuse. I’d used them all myself. Slowly she peeled away the muffin paper. “I think Aléjandro told me you were recently married.”

I stared at him, too stunned to speak and it felt like everywhere was spinning as I was still trying to process it all. "And now?" He chuckled, the sound dry and hollow. “Now you don’t have him. I made sure of that.” “What did you do?” I asked with my heart racing thinking about my husband. “Oh, I gave him a little detour,” he said with a grin. “Let’s just say his brakes weren’t as reliable as he thought. Oh and I ensured his wallet and any seoyexe of identification was taken. The breath left my lungs in a sharp wheeze. “You’re lying…”

“Thank fuck. Heat. “You’re a wuss.” “You’re a yeti. You’re not even wearing a coat.” She shrugged, then headed for the coffee shop on the counter, blessedly full, and grabbed two mugs. “Cream? Sugar?” “Just a bit of cream.” After getting us our coffees, she motioned to the kitchen table, and we sat facing each other. “So what in the world brings the bad boy of Seattle hockey to my doorstep at seven in the morning?” “I need you to marry me.”

She was screaming from the other side of the door. I did not respond but kept sobbing. I closed my face with my palms. I could not think about anything but Jason's allegations. He called me a whore, gold digger, bitch. He told me that I married him to fuck his brother. He loathes me. But why did he ask my dad my hand in marriage if he hates me so much? My dad wanted to have a son-in-law like him, so for my father's happiness, I agreed to this arranged marriage. I've always hated the idea of arranged marriage. It made me sick. Spending your life with someone you don't know anything about? Don't know their nature, they're likes or dislike. Nothing. And my marriage proved me right. I should nev

I find the matches and drop one on the mattress, which takes seconds to catch fire. Here, in this deplorable shack, Habbab Argent, or Arslan, whatever his last name is, took care of murdering my reputation, as well as ripped out my heart. But he forgot to annihilate my physical body, so I will do it. I take off my engagement ring and my weddithem ring, leaving them on the night table, I let myself fall on the sofa, while I wait for the flames to consume me, I am aware that the pain will be unbearable, but nothing can be worse than the rejection of my husband.

“Baby, I'm sorry.” “So you have been cheating all this while?” She scoffed. “Who the fuck is she? Is she better than me?” “No, baby. It's nothing like that.” I reached to hold her hand. “Then what is it?” She raised her voice at me. “It's just an arranged marriage between my family and Brooke's family.” I squeezed her hand. “You know I will never cheat on you.” “Why are you lying to me? The Brookes don't have a daughter.” She cried, and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

"But Holly is just recovering from Grandma's demise. How would she feel if this happened so soon after?" Ford holds both her shoulders. "That's what those fuckers want. To disorent us, to scatter us and make us feel lost. You know what we'll do? We'll solve this and they don't need to know at all. The wedding will hold as planned and we'll have these two before then." Sue smiles reassuredly. "I hope so. I'm going to have my own revenge on this Brian." "You know, apart from the Gail issue from months ago, you never told me where you knew him from or why he's after you so much."