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

"If you accept, phone the number below. We will start preparations straight away." Her fingers curled with the urge to crumple the letter and shove it in the trash. Her instincts shrieked scam. Joke. Some kind of sick prank by a man with more power than brains. But the name. Caelan Ferrer. That was not just anyone. She recalled the article now—Ferrer Holdings CEO Announces No Interest in Marriage. Too Busy for Love, He Claims. And here he was, appearing in a grease-stained diner inviting her to sign on to marry him?

All her ex boyfriends were extraordinary figures. Each time when they were about to get married, something would happen and the marriage would be canceled. After a while, she would immediately get into another scandal and the whole process would repeat itself. It gave off a sense that she was 'selling' her marriage very urgently, as if she was trading her marriage publicly. Recently, she was dating a foreign tycoon and seemed to be planning to get married again. Nathan had also been with her for a period of time. In the past few years, they had been in contact from time to time but he still didn't find out about it...

I pleaded, my voice a mix of desperation and determination. “Why do you want to get married so badly?” he asked, his grey eyes looking right through me as if searching for the truth in my soul. I sighed and said, “For my inheritance and to get back at my ex and my stepmother. I caught them cheating on me.” He frowned sympathetically. “Oh, that must have been terrible. I’m so sorry.” “Please marry me. I can pay you for it—I can even give you shares at Turner Empire. Just say yes,” I begged.

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

Shock was too mild a word; I had detonated a bomb in her lap and then watched her sit there with trembling hands, trying to understand why the man she thought she knew had suddenly demanded marriage. A contract marriage, no less. I dragged a hand over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I muttered to the glass, watching my own reflection glare back— controlled, but barely. Except… that wasn’t entirely true, was it? This contract had once been the centerpiece of a plan— my revenge plan. A beautifully constructed trap meant to bind a Corvella to me legally, socially, and financially. To destroy them with their own daughter as the pawn.

Unable to control my curiosity, I decided to take a peek. Speaking of my ex-husband, just this morning I received the final notice from his lawyer that we were legally divorced. Because I signed a prenuptial agreement, I wouldn't receive a cent. Not that it mattered; I was just relieved to cut ties with him since after his grandfather was murdered in their summer house, he hadn't been the same Crimson I knew. He changed drastically, as though another man had replaced him entirely. My thoughts of Crimson must have summoned him because suddenly there he was, looking dashing in his sleek black tuxedo.

Morgana Georgia I signed my signature and the marriage certificate was finalized. I'm now officially Mrs Windmill, the latest wife of a multi-millionaire whose son was my ex and now I'm married to my ex-boyfriend’s father. Revenge has never felt so good. Yesterday when he told me about Micheal’s engagement, I was heartbroken and excited at the same time, I was heartbroken because of the time that I wasted with someone who was never worth it and I was excited because I’m about to burn bridges and make history,

By dawn, I knew things about my ex-husband's family that they thought were buried forever and I knew exactly how I was going to destroy them. But first, I was going to become someone they couldn't touch. Someone so far above them they'd need a telescope to see me. I was going to become Isabella Morrison. And when I was ready, when I was powerful and untouchable, I was going to walk back into their world and watch them realize what they'd thrown away. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I was about to serve it ice cold.

I told him as he reeled in pain, "And, Next time, learn how to talk to a lady, bloody asshole." My smile never left my face and I walked through the crowd, a space demarcated for me to pass through as I did, leaving the entire Hall stunned. That was how I met my cheating husband, Daniel Carter.

“Yvonne, you’re twenty-eight, not eighteen. What’s the point in not admitting that you came all the way to my workplace to see me?” The fires of my rage reached my head, and I could no longer stay calm. I looked into his eyes and hissed, “My husband is about to transfer all his assets to me. I came here to ask about the laws related to it. As for chasing after you? Clark, you’re just an ex that I don’t even want to admit I ever had. Don’t you think it’s not appropriate for you to flatter yourself so much?” The entire place burst into a commotion.