Trapped In A Marriage Fueled By Revenge Novels & Stories

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

I let her believe she fooled me when she came back as Solane Blackwood. Then I had to pretend I didn’t hear her conversation with her father, the one where she made her intentions painfully clear. “To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.” She had no idea the man she married for revenge wasn’t even Nathaniel Grant. And yet… I let her go on believing it. Because I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her to play her vengeance game while I helped her from the shadows, even if it meant ruining myself in the process. It was the price I had to pay.

Forget it; there's no point in dwelling on this anymore. I tilted my head back and swallowed the medication, coldly meeting Dominic Blackwood's gaze. "Dominic, can I leave now?" He felt an inexplicable anger rising within him. I was the one trying to barter with my body, the one who had betrayed our marriage. How could I act so arrogantly after doing something so wrong? Sometimes, he found himself reevaluating his wife. "Vivian Carter, I told you before, I don't like troublemakers. You'd better know your place."

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

I asked him, I have been looking for a possible means to change the topic the moment he came back and bombarded me with his questions. He nodded, obviously, he was not in the mood to have a chitchat, I, myself, was not in the mood for his questions. My birth date was rushing to show its face and for the first time, I realized I want to thank Ethan for what he has done for me, in a very small but classy way. What did he do for me? I asked myself at one point. Alot! I told my instincts, the fact that we have a contracted marriage did not mean he hasn't helped me in any way. Ethan helped me in covering the shame ever since the failed wedding between myself and Luke, this same man is helping wit

Each tender touch was its own mockery that Alicia could not escape. Every slow circle of his palm, every soothing brush through Iris’ hair, every protective hold was a cruel reminder of something Alicia had long ago stopped hoping for. She had learned to survive a loveless marriage without expectation, yet her heart still betrayed her, reaching stubbornly for the man it had chosen long before her world fell into chaos. Before disappearing into the hallway, Levi pressed a kiss to Iris’ forehead. Then he looked back at Alicia, his gaze sharp, almost warning. And she watched helplessly, as the man she had been married to for seven years showed another woman more warmth in twenty minutes than he

For someone to look at me and see more than my past, more than the mess Marco had made of my life. But I couldn’t let myself feel this way. It wasn’t real. This wasn’t a love story. This was a business transaction—a marriage of convenience designed for just revenge. I glanced at the sleek gold ring on my finger, the symbol of our contract. A contract that didn’t specify how long the marriage would last, but the implication was clear: once the Valdez family was destroyed, we’d go our separate ways. That was the plan. I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to notice the way his jaw tightened when he was deep in thought, or the way his lips curved into a smirk when he knew he was right. I

She seemed to have developed hatred towards me. "What do you want me to do then? Your brother killed my family, kidnapped me, and raped me. Were you expecting me to be happy and act as a perfect girlfriend? Sorry, it's practically not possible," I turned my attention to Kiki, "I loved your brother but what he did was he cheated on me. He kept me in the dark. He was getting engaged and he still wanted me as his mistress." Venom dripped from my tone as I uttered those words. I know talking with them like this wasn't my best choice, but I don't regret it. Not even a bit. "You are a woman and you have to endure that. This is a male dominating world." Really? Are they still living under the rock?

"He said the marriage has been over for a long time. He said I just wasn't paying attention." "Of course he said that. That's what people like Ash say when they want the ending to be your fault instead of theirs. It's easier than saying, 'I broke this on purpose and I don't feel bad about it.'" "You don't know that's what he meant." "Elena." Her voice softened, but there was steel under it, the kind she'd had since we were kids and she was the one standing between me and anything that scared me. "He had an affair. In your home. On a day he arranged specifically because he thought you'd be gone. And when you caught him, his first instinct wasn't to apologize, it was to make you responsible fo

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.