Trapped In A Marriage Fueled By Revenge Novels & Stories

she said simply. She crossed toward the bedroom to put down her bag. He followed her. "What kind of errand?" She turned. Looked at him. Her husband. Tall and dark and devastatingly composed. The man her father had trusted. The man her father had told her to trust. Trust Adrian. He loves you more than you know. Something cracked open in her chest. She crossed the room and walked directly into his arms. He caught her immediately. Surprised. Then holding her fiercely.

The moment she stepped inside the guestroom one of the guards had led her to where Damien was already waiting. Without a word, he led her toward another small room with a dark marble table at the center, where a single document lay open and waiting with a pen dividing it in two. Beside it was a script outlining the terms of their arrangement: a three-year marriage contract, devoid of emotions or expectations. Isla stepped forward, her eyes scanning the words. The reality of what she was about to do settled over her like a heavy blanket. This wasn’t a union born of love or even companionship. It was a transaction, a calculated move designed for one purpose—revenge.

“This insemination mix-up wasn’t just an accident, was it? You saw your marriage falling apart, and you thought, ‘Why not get pregnant with his sperm, trap him into a situation where he has no choice but to deal with me?’ You think I’m some kind of fool, huh?” Raina’s eyes flashed. She had seen, had, and heard enough, but this was the last straw. “Is that what you think? That I planned this all out to trap you?!” She spat, the sharpness of her voice through the room. “You don’t know the first thing about me, and you don’t get to throw these around without proof!” She continued, her voice now ice cold. “I don’t care who you are, or how many zeros you’ve got in your bank account, you don’t get

Then, finally, the sound of the door closing. The moment the room fell silent, the tears I had been holding back burst free. They poured endlessly, soaking into the pillow as I curled under the covers, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out loud. My body trembled as sobs wracked through me, each one ripping through my chest like a blade. Three years. Three years of marriage. Three years of trust, of devotion, of giving him everything I had. All of it ruined by a relationship that had not even lasted a year. Him and Vanessa. A past that should have stayed buried, yet returned to destroy everything I had built.

Ethan held out his hand. "Then we have a deal. Six months. We stay married. I help you get revenge. You help me keep my inheritance. Then we divorce and go our separate ways." I stared at his hand. This was insane. Agreeing to stay married to someone I didn't know, planning revenge like some kind of villain in a movie. But Marcus had betrayed me. Sophia had betrayed me. My mother cared more about appearances than my happiness. And I was done being the good daughter who took everything quietly.

I Want To End Our Marriage Tristan stood in the ward as he watched Sally shouting hysterically. He let her vent her anger. However, he didn't want to be married to her any longer as a marriage without love was not a marriage at all. He had made the wrong choice once, but now he did not want to stay trapped in their marriage anymore, because it was a mistake to begin with. Maris spent a lot of energy trying to console her daughter. "Sally, let's discuss this once you've recovered, okay? Listen to me, I won't let that bitch live in peace. I am going to help you get revenge on her."

~Jessica~ I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.

A guy who ended his life for he could no longer endure the torment from his mate. That's why Lavina accepted Kagern's proposal to be his love even if they were not sure that they would really become mates. She wanted to be an opposite of that mate who tormented her second half to death. She wanted to give him an unconditional love, a love that Kagern never wanted.

"You can help me, the vice president used to be your schoolmate, Adom tells me honestly, l am your husband, have you done anything behind my back? Did you secretly buy a phone without my knowledge and communicating with other's? I still remember the malls and shops we went together, I will get to know everything, by just looking at the cameras." "You have always been insecure, you don't trust me at all, your always finding every little problem so that you can have a reason to vent your anger on me, we were married for eight years now, not even once have I cheated on you, I have always been loyal to you, followed your conditions, I sent to school, graduated and I have a degree in business man

I said briefly, not bothering to look at him. "You're learning to mind your business," he laughed, throwing his hand with abandon, then, he took my hand and squeezed it, as though he were trying to hurt me. Well, he succeeded, "Pay no attention to us, just play your roles as a good housewife. After all, that was the reason I married you." I struggled to free myself from his painful grip, and when I didn't succeed, I bit him hard, which made him scream in pain. The driver looked back momentarily but continued to drive. If he had interfered, he'd lose his job for sure.