Trapped In A Marriage Fueled By Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I just want to move on. Promise me, Mom, promise me you will not harm Ela." She exhaled slowly. "I promise." Flashback ends. I haven't gone home since I found out the role Ivory played in destroying what I had with Imela, but at this point, I couldn't stop it. Destroying my marriage was one thing; killing Elena and almost killing Imela was something I couldn't accept. I would have been pulled over for the speed limit I was going if I had done such during the day. I parked my car and walked to the door. It was almost midnight, but I wouldn't sleep—not until I saw her, not until I got the truth from her. I knew Ivory was many things, and evil wasn't a part of them.

Let it settle into the marrow of everything I thought I knew about my own life. The marriage I had believed was arranged, cruelly, but at least honestly by two fathers protecting their families' interests, had in fact been engineered from its foundation by Germany Slater. Every year of it. Every quiet humiliation, every cold dinner, every moment I had told myself this is simply what marriages like this are. All of it traced back to one man's twenty-year resentment, patient and exact, waiting for the precise moment to collect. "There's something else," Simon said. Something in his voice made me look up sharply. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the last page of the file, and his thum

I replied, my voice rising with frustration. “Maybe because you’re acting like a child!” he shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. “You’re the one who threw away your marriage for a woman who’s already betrayed you once.” “Betrayed? You think I don’t know betrayal?” I snapped, feeling the heat of anger rise within me. “You’re the one who jumped into bed with her after she left me!” Henry stepped closer, his expression a mix of challenge and concern. “And now you’re acting like Zia is the villain when you’re the one who made the first move.”

"Why don't you try to understand that I am not the right girl for you. I was forced to marry you. You married me against your will. Our marriage is baseless. No, you did not agree to the marriage, nor did I. So why are you changing your mind now? Why are you forcing me to think that I am doing injustice to you? Why are you making me feel guilty? I have not done anything wrong to you, so why am I feeling guilty? It is your fault that you have lost control over your heart. I have never asked you to change your heart. I have never asked you for the right to be your wife. I have never told you that I want your love. So why have you changed your decision? Everything was fine.

"It's all your fault. That Habbab is about to die is your fault, do you hear me? I'm going to make you pay." "My fault?" I stand up to face that crazy woman. "You were the ones who came into my life through lies and tares. I never asked for that man to marry me and then leave me. None of this is my fault, and all this time you knew the truth and didn't say a word. You are a coward." "You don't know anything about cowardice, you don't know who I am and what I've had to suffer since Habbab started this whole revenge thing. You married my..."

Which makes me trust him less, not more. The problem is my body doesn't care about trust. When I saw his name on that envelope, my pulse jumped. When I read his words, my chest cracked open. The same thing that cracked open five years ago and nearly destroyed me. I won't make that mistake again. This is about revenge. About making him feel what I felt. About watching him realize too late that some things, once broken, can't be fixed. He wants witnesses to his redemption or destruction. Fine. I drop my pen, staring at my own words until the ink begins to blur.

“From what I gathered over the phone, your husband is a titan of the banking world. No doubt, when he met you, he rolled out the red carpet, showering you with flowers, fancy dates, jewelry, possibly diamonds, pearls, and extravagant gifts. That’s a love-bombing way to reel someone in. But then, once he had what he wanted, he couldn't keep up that facade and it all crumbled, and you were left feeling trapped, right?” Treasure felt her eyes well up as she nodded, surprised by the accuracy of Nina’s words. “Yes, it felt like I was in a straitjacket. After seven years of lies and betrayal, I finally asked for a divorce. And what did I do that for? I knew he was mean, but I had no idea how vindi

I said, frustration surging through me. “You don’t understand what comes next, that's why you’re still pushing for answers. The moment you learn how, you’re no longer ignorant.” “The oath senses intent and it starts watching you.” He said, causing a chill to run down my spine. “You think I haven’t already crossed that line?” I asked bitterly. To hell with it all, I was going to bare it all today if it meant he would tell me what I needed to know. “I’m trapped in a marriage that’s killing me slowly. My mate lies, cheats, and protects the woman who poisoned me. What exactly am I supposed to preserve here?” I said tears spilling down my face.

" I was shocked that he already knew, but I didn't show it. I locked my gaze on him, "Marcus, I married you only because you said you'd help me get revenge. I married you as a way to show appreciation for everything you've done for me. You don't have the right to question how I take my revenge. Our marriage is solely for revenge–nothing more." Something painful and raw flashed across his face. His hand slowly left mine. He acts this way every time I remind him that our marriage isn't a normal one. He can't fall in love with me, never.

What did she do? Alexander's fists closed on the edge of the desk, his knuckles white. He didn't turn to her when he spoke. "She wasn't just someone I loved. She was someone I trusted with everything. My business. My future. My—" His voice cracked. "My heart. And she destroyed it all. She betrayed me in ways you can't even start to imagine." The room temperature dropped by ten degrees. Isabella's heart ached. "So this marriage…" "Yes," he spat, finally turning to face her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and pain. "This marriage began as revenge. Against her. Against all the lies she told me. You were never supposed to mean anything, Isabella. You were supposed to be… convenient."