Trapped In A Marriage Fueled By Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or maybe… It was a trap I had just built for myself. For a moment, Carissa just stared at me in silence. Her gaze pierced through me, as if trying to read the intentions behind my words. I knew my offer sounded strange—asking her to marry me so she could take revenge. But it was the only way to keep her within reach, to stop her from running away again. She finally stepped slowly down the stairs, still keeping a distance, but stopped close enough for me to see the dark circles under her eyes. “Revenge?” she muttered flatly. “You think I’m that cheap? That I’d marry just to hurt you?”

“Aww… I’ve seen lust, I’ve seen love… but baby girl, this is real love.” Ariana laughed, sinking into the sofa beside Amelia. “I know, right? He’s so sweet and patient with me, even when my pregnancy makes me… a little dramatic.” Amelia smirked. “Who would’ve thought you two would still be together? Life really is unpredictable.” Ariana shook her head, smiling. “I mean… three months ago, he’d just gotten out of prison, screaming he was going to get revenge on me. And now?” Amelia laughed. “Now… love wins. Revenge can wait.”

The least I could do is just care. I didn’t know when Travis would return. I didn’t know what he’d say when he found Mila here. But as I watched her sleep, one thing became painfully clear... Whatever this marriage was, whatever revenge or survival game I thought I was playing… Mila might change the rules.

“You have a choice, Devin. You either lose half of your rights to a woman you married for reasons that weren’t yours, or you stay stuck in this—this. loveless, cheating marriage because, really, are you the liar here? Are you the one hiding? Are you not? gay, for Christ’s sake? Do you really think Stella deserves your position, your family, your inheritance?” I didn't answer. I couldn't. Every muscle in my body tightened. He was right. He was saying exactly what I had been thinking but was too scared to admit. And it stung worse than any insult she could throw at me. I was trapped. Trapped between the life I had worked for and the marriage I hadn't chosen but had somehow gotten stuck in anyw

She moves in silence as she plots to get her revenge on her husband by using their marriage as a weapon to destroy his father’s company from the inside. Mariah bumps into a friend from childhood that she also dated for a while, Elijah. He creates a safe space for her, and she ends up telling him about her marriage and how it’s only a public stunt to get her family back on their feet. She also tells Elijah about Ashton and how he treats her, telling him about his plan to destroy her family’s wealth. Elijah encourages Mariah to get her revenge on Ashton, telling her that he’ll lend his help. Mariah accepts his help.

“The press believes we’re real. You’re no longer the ex-con bride. The narrative’s changed.” “And you don’t care how that felt for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I?” My throat tightened. “I’m not some thing you use for damage control.” “You agreed to this marriage.” “I didn’t agree to be a puppet.” He let out a low laugh. Not cruel.. just tired. “Don’t tell me… that moved you?” I blinked. He stepped closer. Slowly. “Is that what this is? You’re mad because you liked it?” “I didn’t.”

I once regretted getting Sophia pregnant… getting married. All I did was waste myself in bars, drown in alcohol… and drugs. I don’t understand myself. I know I feel something for Sophia—but it’s not love. My mind always screams Sabrina’s name. Maybe it’s just because she’s carrying my child. Yeah… that’s it. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Kuya angrily grabbed my cigarette and threw it away. “Your wife and child are fighting for their lives, Ethan!” “You were there, Kuya. What role do I even have—”

I asked him. “Right. I think you were in high school the first time I laid my eyes on you.” He answered. I nodded. “So? You planned to make me fall head over heels in love with you and then what?” “Trap you in a marriage that you wouldn’t feel the least bit loved. I married you to make you go through the same pain that my mother went through. I planned to trap you in a marriage where your husband doesn’t give a fuck about you but you still wouldn’t be able to leave him.” He said.

Greg didn’t answer that, but he did continue the story, "She returned home after graduating in college. I saw her again, we met again, and we were both happy to have seen each other once more. And to my surprise, she introduced me to her fiancé—the one she met overseas.” Her shoulders fell and the sad story of his heart had a great impact on her own. “That must be so painful for you. You waited for her to come back, but when she finally did, she already had someone else to marry.” He didn't respond with anything but just an empty smile. “But why don’t you fight for her, though? They’re still not yet married, right? You said, the man she introduced was her fiancé, but not yet her husband. You

"I hate you and I hate this fucking marraige. You want to make this marraige work right? Well my aim is to make this marriage fail and become hell for you. I will be that stumbling block to your every move. I do not care if you see me as the villain. I do not give two fucks about it. But since you wholeheartedly and stupidly accepted to marry me all because of my wealth and a chance to be known as a wife, I will make sure I show how much of a hell you are now trapped in. Only then will I get my revenge" "Revenge for what?" I cried out, severe pain and heartwrenching grief gripping on to me. "For choosing to marry me Arianna! The ball was in your court.