Marriage for Revenge
"How can you smile like that when neither of your fathers are here at your own wedding reception?" Pond asked, eyeing Dunk, who stood in the gallery, smiling towards his newly-wedded husband.
Dunk's smile didn't waver, but his eyes darkened. He turned to Pond, voice sharp, "Do you think I don't care? That I'd go against them on purpose?"
Pond responded without hesitation, "Aren't you doing exactly that?"
"No, I'm not," Dunk snapped. His voice dropped lower, colder. "I'm standing here for my pride-the same pride he crushed. I'm not a child who goes crying to his parents. He destroyed me, P'Pond. Now it's my turn. I'm going to destroy his life-completely."
Pond looked shaken. "You can't marry someone for revenge, Dunk. I told you-I'm here for you. I'll never let anyone from the Guthithanan family hurt you again."
Dunk's voice cracked as he exploded, "But he crossed the line that night!" He scanned the room and quickly pulled Pond into a quieter corner.
His voice was low and furious. "He shattered everything I had. And now, with this marriage, I'm going to make him live with the consequences. He's trapped with me now-forever. I won't let him walk away so easily."
His gaze flicked across the room-directly to Joong, who stood beside Sarawat, calmly speaking to a business partner. Joong caught Dunk's stare and instinctively looked his way.
Dunk raised his champagne glass with a mocking smile. A toast to war.
Joong clenched his jaw, returning the gesture coolly-but his burning eyes slid to Pond, full of rage and warning.
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Chapter 1
"Tell him he can't go out in that crop top!" Lam's voice echoed through the grand Jamornhum mansion.
Park glanced at Dunk, who was already half out the door, crop top in place and full of confidence. Park gave Lam a helpless look that practically screamed, "Why me?"
"You can't go out in those clothes, honey. You look too yummy for hungry eyes," Park said gently.
Dunk grinned and leaned in to kiss Park's cheek. "You're the best dad in the world. I'll be back around two or three. Sleep well!"
He waved dramatically in front of Lam, who looked on in disbelief.
"Who's the father here, you or him?" Lam snapped.
"Come on, Lam. We were the same at his age," Park said as they walked inside.
"Yes, but back then we didn't have enemies. We were just college kids fighting for faculty pride before stepping into the underground business," Lam countered, turning serious. "You understand my worries, right? I'm not stopping his independence-I just want him safe."
"Then don't stop him," Forth's voice entered from the living room.
"Forth! At least take my side," Lam pleaded.
Forth smirked. "He's a Jamornhum. Everyone knows not to mess with us."
"Who are you asking for help? He sent his own son to Japan for a dangerous job without thinking." Beam added, following Forth.
"Keep quiet, Beam. Our blood won't spill. And if it does-the floor will burn." Forth took Park out with him.
Just then, Boom tried to sneak out the side door. Lam caught him by the ear."How old are you, sneaking out at 10 p.m.?"
"It's a freshers' party, Uncle! How would it look if the head hazer didn't attend? What would I say-'I'm grounded'?" Boom mimicked.
"Boy, remember who I am. Just go back to your room."
"But I asked for permission!" Boom insisted.
"From who?" Lam raised a brow.
"Uncle Park and Uncle Forth."
"What about your fathers?"
"Uncle Park said he'd talk to his brother." Boom was ready.
Lam flicked his forehead. "He is your father too."
"I never said he isn't. Thanks, Uncle Lam!" Boom pecked his cheek, waved to Beam, and ran out as he spotted Park and Forth returning.
"Boom's too cute to be head hazer," Beam said.
"So was P' Arthit. And Boom has our blood-he was born for it. But why are you even discussing this?" Park said proudly.
"He just left for a party. Your blood runs wild in them." Lam muttered.
"That's not fair! You let Boom go easily, but my baby Dunk had to beg," Park pouted.
"First, Dunk never begs. Second, Forth and you gave him permission, if you forget."
"I didn't!" Forth threw up his hands.
"Thanks for the permission, uncles!" Boom shouted as he sped off.
"They're fooling us now," Lam sighed.
"Let them enjoy. Don't raise your BP Lam." Forth said.
But Lam stared at the door long after the others left. A pit formed in his stomach. Karma always came back-he just prayed it wouldn't find their children.
The past wasn't kind. After the final fallout between Kongpob and Arthit, alliances shifted. Technology to create children through combined DNA changed everything.
Rome's emotional bond to their firstborn had secured Bright's place in his life. Forth eventually obtained the same method through Phana to keep his Beam.
Now, 25 years later, those once-playful children stood as heirs in a divided empire.
At Club VAST,
"Dunk, slow down," Reno said, watching him take another shot.
"Come on, live a little. We'll be working soon," Dunk laughed.
"I can't get drunk like you. What if P'Pond shows up?"
"You know him. Might be late. Might not come," Dunk pouted.
"He'll come. Just control yourself."
Across the club, Joong entered, sharp and cold. The club, VAST, was a Guntithtanon empire gem, handed down from his father. Joong ran it like a machine.
"Is my space ready?" he asked the manager.
"Yes, sir. All VIP space is reserved. Some customers are upset."
"Doesn't matter. Keep security tight. No drama tonight." Joong said and walk away.Dunk saw him.
He marched to the VIP section. Security tried to stop him. Joong raised a hand. "Let him in."
"Just because you're the owner doesn't mean you can act like God," Dunk snapped.
"I am god. If you want Try me, I will drive you to heaven." Joong said.
Dunk poured his beer on Joong's pants. "Not interested."
Joong's black eyes stares at Dunk's brown one. "Then why do you always try to get me naked?"
He smirks. "You know where to find me." Before Dunk could slap him, Joong caught his wrist and pulled him in his lap.
Then came a punch. Pond stormed in as Joong's security guard laid on floor with blood on his mouth.
"Stay in your limits, Guntithtanon. Next time, it'll be your face instant of your security."
He pulled Dunk away. Joong smirked. "Bring it on."
At another table, Kla, Technik, and Mix watched.
"Family drama as always, entertaining." Kla said.
"Why don't you help him in such situations?" Technik corrected.
" Because he is weird." Mix added. " And we only go when he was actually in trouble. "
"Why aren't you two closes to Dunk? You guys are cousins," Technik asked.
"Because he acts like an arrogant, attention seeking baby," Kla said.
"Too pampered," Mix agreed. "We're on okay terms with him-but we grew up fast and he is still a baby."
They shared a look-memories of a bloody fight at age 8 resurfaced. From that day, distance became their defense.
"When's my P'No coming?" Kla asked.
"Romeo mode is on." Mix teased.
"Sniffing dog is his brother. Bloodsucking vampire is his dad what do you think? when they are going to leave him alone?" Technik muttered.
Then Techno arrived, settling next to Kengkla.
"What's wrong P'No? Why do you look upset?" Kengkla asked. Worries can be seen in his eyes.
"Dad wants me to quit teaching and join the family business." Techno sighed.
"He has no rights to decide that." Technik said.
"He's our father Technik." Techno replied.
"You did it all on your own P'No. I will say this again he has no right to take decisions on your behalf." Technik said.
"Don't pressure him, Ai'Nik." Kengkla warned Technik.
"Do what you want, P'No." Kla said in a soft voice. " Eat first, then I'll take you a peaceful place later."
"Let's stay here for a while," Techno smiled faintly. " After that we can go?" Techno said looking at the three of them.
Mix and Technik exchanged glances. "We have a late-night meeting with a client." Technik said and Mix nodded.
Technik pulled Kla aside. "Touch him and I'll kill you."Kla only smiled.
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We were nothing more than legal roommates bound by a strict three-year contract.
But to survive the corporate war at my family's company, I skipped my mandatory university finance class and paid a guy to answer the roll call for me.
The stand-in was immediately caught and kicked out by the notoriously ruthless new professor.
That night at dinner, I complained to my contract husband about the professor.
"He's an unreasonable, arrogant dictator who gets off on torturing his students," I complained bitterly.
My husband just calmly cut my steak and listened as I bragged about how I was going to fake-cry and manipulate the professor the next morning.
I even rushed to the faculty office the next day and performed a desperate, tearful apology to an elderly man I assumed was the tyrant.
I thought I had perfectly balanced my corporate war and my academic life. I thought I had fooled everyone.
But when I confidently sat in the front row of the massive lecture hall, the heavy wooden doors pushed open.
The terrifying new professor walked onto the podium and aggressively wrote his name on the chalkboard: Elliot Dillard.
It was my contract husband.
He looked down at me with cold, merciless authority, knowing every single lie I had told, and slowly called my name.
7.8
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options.
That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear.
I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison.
"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
7.6
AKARI TANAKA didn't know she was a werewolf until she inherited a murder.
Summoned to a remote Carpathian town, she learns she's the last heir of an ancient alpha line-and her great-uncle's suspicious death has thrown the local packs into a war for succession. As her own latent power violently awakens, Akari is caught between a ruthless rival alpha who wants to control her and a fanatical uncle whose faked death masks a plan to sacrifice her in a ritual that will rewrite reality.
To prevent a genocide of her own kind, Akari must forge an alliance with her enemy, master the wolf within, and confront the monstrous truth of her bloodline.
The price of leadership is sacrifice. The cost of failure is annihilation. But in Lupinara, the greatest predator isn't the wolf... it's the past.
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
9.6
For ten long years, Gloria put up with Victor' Anderson's cold heart, his cheating, and the shame of being a wife he didn't want anymore all to protect their daughter, Annabel. Then one day, she snapped. "I want a divorce," she said. Victor laughed at her, like a cruel joke. To him, Gloria was nothing without his name, his money, his control. Her family depended on him for survival. She came from poor roots and would go back to nothing. "You'll come crawling back," he said with a mean smile. "You always do." But this time, she didn't. With no money, no job skills, and a child to care for, Gloria left her fancy life for a hard, unknown world. She promised to start over, no matter how tough it got. The real world was dark and cruel. Jobs turned her away. Money ran out. Bills piled up. Fear for Annabel's future choked her like a tight grip. In her desperation, she went to the one man she knew was dangerous Lukas Anderson. Victor's younger stepbrother. He was a rich boss, a famous womanizer, a man who broke hearts as easy as he signed deals. For years, he had wanted Gloria, staring at her body, dreaming of her in secret ways. Helping her was simple. Owning her? Even better. "You need money. I need you," he whispered, his voice low and tempting, his hands brushing her skin. "Work for me... and I'll give you what your husband never did. Safety. Power. And pleasure you can't imagine." Now Gloria is stuck between two bad men: the husband who broke her... and the stepbrother who wants to take her body and soul in a storm of dark, hungry sex.
8.9
Trigger and Content Warning
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences
(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes cheating, revenge sex, explicit BDSM dynamics, toxic family relationships,
possessive and obsessive behavior, strong language, and occasional violence.a
This is not a fluffy romance. It is filthy, messy, and deliciously dark.
*
Freya thought the worst thing in life was losing herself... until she discovered she had
already lost her marriage too.
And just when her world collapses, he walks in.
Steve Hayes.
The new man in town with the body of a fighter.
He wants her.
Not softly. Not politely.
Obsessively. Possessively. Completely.
Freya doesn't trust herself anymore, let alone a man like him. But Steve doesn't care
about what she thinks she deserves. He cares about one thing: her. And he will tear
through anything, or anyone, that stands in his way.
**
"You're crying?" he growled, and something dormant inside Freya woke up snarling.
She is done being the forgiving wife.
She is done apologizing for her curves, her stretch marks, her softness.
And she is dangerously, deliciously tempted to let this beautiful tattooed stranger
ruin her in all the ways her husband never bothered to.
**
Freya is shattered by Mark.
Tempted by Steve.
And this time... she won't break alone.