To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was staring out the window, a faraway look on her face. “Naturally, I'd be happy for her". I continued. “I never really forgot her, but I moved on as best as I could. I never even knew where she was, though I saw her father in the news every now and then. If where I'd met her again wasn't a bar, and her eyes weren't bulging and blood red, I'd bear no ill will toward her ex-husband. She found happiness, and it would have been enough for me. But that's not the case. I met her broken. He broke her. He has to pay". I glanced at Charlotte sleeping very peacefully in the passenger seat. I could not imagine what would make someone hurt Charlotte. Unless he was twisted as fuck. And twisted as fu

He had extinguished that light, suppressing her aspirations to mold her into the submissive wife he wanted. The truth was, Allora's love had been genuine and selfless, while his had been hollow and selfish. He assumed it was acceptable to maintain this sort of marriage. If Kylie was the reason Allora wanted to divorce, he would explain the situation clearly to Allora and compensate her later. Waving over his subordinate, Mason demanded, "Bring me my wife back, and do not let anything happen to her. Also, transfer five million to her account." The subordinate appeared conflicted.

No, he wasn't; he made me not work; I had to quit my job six months into our marriage; I didn't see a problem with that because he was rich; he was so rich that he could buy 10 solid estates and not feel his account move! “He was that rich?” Aella exclaimed. “Baby, you have no idea?” Becca rolled her eyes sarcastically. Aella wouldn't have believed if anyone had randomly told her that the man she had seen the previous day was once a rich dude. She would argue it with everything. “I came back after finding a job at a local coffee shop, but to my greatest shock, they had moved already!” Aella had no tears left to cry, but she felt so much anger within her. A whole family was destroyed because

"I'm going to make it worth your while. Just name any price and I'll double it." "I said I do not want your money. Marry me, and you're going to be on the news tomorrow for something other than business." She retorted, feigning anger. "C'mon now, I just lost my wife six months back, it would be a disrespect to her if I marry someone else this early..." "I don't care," Mia cut him off rudely. "Okay, okay." He threw his hands in surrender, sweat had broken from all over his body and even with the A/C on, the room still felt very hot.

“You’re not exactly the type I need for what I’m planning.” If I sounded cruel, that was the point. I wanted to offend him enough that he’d let me go. Instead, he tilted his head slightly. “And what exactly are you planning? You asked me to marry you.” His tone was calm. Too calm. It threw me off. I reached for his glass of wine and drank it before I could think twice. The taste burned, and the alcohol hit too fast on an empty stomach. “I was thirsty,” I muttered, wiping my mouth. “Anyway, my ex dumped me for a richer woman. My father said I could reclaim my mother’s shares if I got married. So, yeah. I need a husband on paper.”

I could feel the heat radiating off him, the weight of his breath, the tension thick in the air like a storm waiting to break. I held my breath, trying to suppress the storm churning in my chest, and then let out a short laugh—not out of humor, but anger. Disgust. This man truly thought he was untouchable. “My life isn’t yours to dictate. Especially not my marriage. That’s sacred to me. Not something you get to turn into your personal game.” His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. But I didn’t care anymore. “Marriage is sacred to me too. And even if you didn’t create this scandal, I’d still want you to clear my name—because you’re the only woman I want to stand beside me as my wife.”

I had it all planned out, I was going to finish my mission, make sure Ace and his family lost everything like I did and then I would marry the woman of my dreams, the woman I fell in love with the day I pulled her out of a burning car. It all seemed so real and possible, until one day she walked into the front door of my boss's house as his wife. My innocent pure Cyn was married off by her selfish father to the devil. But she was here with me now. Some part of me wanted to forget about everything, forget the plan and move with her to a new country and start over, build a family of our own. But I knew I couldn't. I had promised my father, that I would avenge their death. It was the last thing

"Elena, I know this isn't the life you imagined. I know you never asked for—" "You're right. I never asked for this." The words exploded out of me. "I never asked to be married to a billionaire with psychotic exes. I never asked to be a target. I never asked to have my life threatened every other day!" My chest heaved. The baby kicked frantically.