To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon Novels & Stories

Imagine fighting over another man’s wife. “Ciara, you didn’t tell me you were married.” He said with utter disappointment. I smiled and pointed at the walls. “Look around and show me the pictures of him, or the picture of me and him together. He is just a goddamn ex and I want him out of my life.” I said, resuscitating the fire in Damien which had gone down over Ryan’s claim of me being his wife. He clenched his fists and posed for a fight, like fools would always do after being convinced to fight over what’s not, and would never be his.

This was no fairy tale wedding; this was a calculated move, a gamble I had chosen to take in my quest for payback. I reminded myself of the cold truth that I couldn't let nerves unravel me now. This marriage was a means to an end, a step towards reclaiming my pride and avenging the betrayal that had shattered my world. Gavin may have been a stranger, but his status as a billionaire granted me a power I had longed for—a power that would allow me to strike back at those who had wronged me. "Monique Jones," I whispered to my reflection, the name foreign on my tongue. "Wife to billionaire heir, Gavin Jones."

"I can't marry you. I don't even know you. I don't even like you." "You like it when my mouth is between your legs. What else do you need?" "Don't be an asshole." I turn on him, anger flaring again. "Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? I ran from one abusive relationship only to end up in the mansion of some rich Greek gangster and I'm supposed to suck it up and marry you? And oh, yeah, you have all these enemies, and I have to be your wife or my fucking ex-husband is going to hunt me down, because you punched him in the face and told him I'm yours, which I did not agree to, and—"

This man was going to drive me insane. ★★★★★ I woke up to sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that were definitely not mine. Oh yeah. This wasn't my house. It belonged to Elijah Washington. The stranger I had married. I threw off the covers and stretched my body. Memories from yesterday came back to me. From my wedding disaster to signing a contract with a billionaire to meeting his grandfather to.. I let out a small squeal as I remembered how we almost killed las night. Oh my God. That should never happen again unless when necessary. I pushed the memory of last night to the back of my mind as I made my way out of the bed and into the bathroom.

" I don't want to get married to you! Why are you enforcing this on me? This is suspicious, I abandon you! You should be angry with me, you should no longer be interested in getting married to me. What do you want from me?!" " I know your story, Aveera, I know the real story behind why you ended up in prison and I want to help you --" " You don't know what you're talking about--" " I know you were framed!" He interrupted wearing a firm look on his face. " I know the truth, Aveera, you need help, let me help you while in return you be my wife." " So it truly is for a selfish reason." I scoffed. " Is that what you think? You think it's for a selfish reason? I want to help you seek revenge Ave

"I don't know why he keeps coming and bringing up our canceled wedding plans." Gabriel smacked the glass divider beside them with his clenched fist. He was so furious, Gabriel couldn't say anything and made Arleena look at him in horror. "That ex-boyfriend of yours... he blames you for your aborted marriage. He thinks you should have accepted him back like you did before," Gabriel grumbled at length in exasperation, remembering Justin's treatment all these years. Arleena only gave a faint smile in reply to Gabriel's words. At that moment, Arleena couldn't say anything and enjoyed her order of barbeque chicken.

My steps are sharp and heavy as I stride into my office that is directly opposite his heading straight to my bathroom because apparently that's the only place I can cry without him seeing me as our offices walls are made of glass and we can see each other directly. I let out the tears, slapping my palms over my mouth as sobs raked through my body. All I have ever wanted was for him to treat me like he always did when we started out, the way he loved and adored me. We were okay until Chloe Denver came into the picture three years ago and ruined our marriage. He fell in love with her and started treating me like an outsider, like a thorn and I can't take it anymore. “Oh my daisy." I don't need

“What does she get if she marries me? Aside from my name, my money, and everything this Bratva has, what else is there? What if I’m just as bad to her as Kostya was to Mama, and I don’t even realize it?” “You can’t beat yourself up over shit that hasn’t happened, and probably never will. And if it does…” He glances at Sofi, who nods in agreement. “… we’ll be right there to kick your ass. We happen to adore Daphne. You really think we’d let you raise a hand against her?” I clap a hand on his shoulder as a sign of gratitude, but I’m all talked out. Sharing my feelings is fucking exhausting. I wipe my hands on my pants and head to the car. But when I get there, I stop.

I said to the driver, “drive faster.” Without flinching, he shifted gears and the car accelerated. I knew there was no point in going to the police station. Alexander’s family controlled everything, and I was just a poor orphan who thought marrying a billionaire would change her life, but I was wrong and naive. I married a man with a penchant for violence against women, and I was one of the many women he beat, even killed. The driver braked right in front of a police station. “How much do I owe you?” “I asked.

I leaped to my feet. “That bitch must not get away with this! She has spoiled my marriage, so I will spoil hers!” With rage coursing through my veins, I drove to Susan’s house at a high speed.