Trapped In A Marriage Fueled By Revenge Novels & Stories

In those twenty minutes, I'm sure that I've gotten twenty thousand questions about his whereabouts. I wish I could tell them that my husband vanished because he doesn't want anything to do with me. Because he thinks that this marriage is a fùcking mistake. A marriage that was his idea - not mine - his! A marriage that I refused at first. But because I desperately wanted revenge, I signed the fùcking contract. Now karma has come to bite my ass.

I didn’t mean to pry, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. "She did the one thing I hate most in this world," Nathan groaned, his expression darkening. "Sylvia and I were married for almost three damn years. Then, one night, during a make-out session, she just… told me she had found another guy and didn’t love me anymore." My stomach twisted. "She had been cheating on me," he continued, his voice tight. "All those years we were married, and I had no idea." Heat crept up my spine, and guilt knotted in my chest. I had been so focused on getting revenge on the Hendersons that I never stopped to consider how my actions might hurt Nathan.

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

“You act like I asked to be married off to you. Like I wanted to be thrown like a second luggage . . . like some sort of Plan B into a marriage where I was treated like trash.” “But you liked it didn’t you?” I shoot back, “you liked the fame and the status it brought to your name, you liked being a Mrs. Armani.” “I was a fool!” “Finally something that we agree on.” “But it was all you. This marriage, our whole predicament, it was all you!” “Shut the fuck up!” “It was you who decided to crash the car on that fateful day and fucking kill the woman you love!” Out of control, I hurl the glass in my hand across the wall by my side, watching the pieces of glasses shatter across the room.

My quest for revenge had died the minute I married Steve; it had slowly dwindled into self-discovery and emotional attachment. “Call Gary here, let him explain to me himself how this happened.” Gary had admired the design for so many years; at one point, he had even wanted me to work on creating a line with the design, but I had declined because it wasn’t what I wanted. The only document I had signed when I was married to him had been for my car deal. I hadn’t read through the documents, but I signed because I trusted him. Could this have been what I signed? “You really think you can establish yourself with a stolen design?” Elizabeth poked at my chest, a smile escaping her lips.

‘’I won’t ask you again Maria but there must be a reason why you are here? Maria nodded in response. ‘’I know you have a wife now but Dominic,’’ she bite her lower lips as she paused. ‘’when you said that you married that woman for revenge, I never thought that you two will be together like that,’’ he said and I frowned at what he had said. ‘’how do you mean?’’ I frowned at her. ‘’she is my wife so I am expected to feel whichever way I want with her,’’ I told her but she scoffed and heaved a deep sigh.

She nodded but as she walked off, I added, “As a matter of fact, bring the entire bottle.” I looked away and called Billy but there was still no answer, neither did his wife pick up the phone. Then I recalled how Elley, Pete’s wife, was staring at me that evening and I smirked, If I get with his wife, that would be the best revenge, wouldn’t it? I laughed and excited collected the glass from the maid, and sipped a drink while I rubbed my hands together like birdman and got to work. I texted and called and the second time was the charm because she answered on the second ring.

Dante Moretti, the man who'd killed his own uncle, who'd built an empire on blood and betrayal, was afraid. Of losing me. "No," I said, pulling his hands from my face. "It absolutely will stay that way. You married me because I was convenient. Because I reminded you of some romanticized memory. You used me as a pawn in your games with my father, with Arturo, with my sister. You don't get to rewrite history now." "Elena—" "I will work with you to save Sofia. I will sit in your meetings and play your wife in public. But I will never—never—love you. Whatever you're hoping for? It died the moment you told me the truth."

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

A sound I’d never once associated with warmth. I tightened my grip on my bag. Helen’s eyes caught me almost instantly, and she dropped her phone onto the couch. She hurried toward me, her painted smile quickly turning sharp. “Elena! Why are you back alone? Where’s Adrian? Why isn’t he with you?” Her voice carried that demanding tone I’d grown used to, the one that always made me feel like I was just a tool she owned. I looked her in the eye, cold and steady. “Three years ago, you forced him to marry me. Did you really think he’d want to come home and see you?”