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 4
Dunk woke to a throbbing headache, the kind that felt like hammers pounding against his skull. His eyes snapped open as a shock of icy water drenched him, dragging him fully from his slumber.
With a gasp, Dunk sat bolt upright, teeth chattering. "This is a cruel joke, Paa! Don't you have a heart?" he groaned, glaring at the stern figure looming by his bedside.
Lam crossed his arms. "Oh, so now you remember I'm your father? Last night, I was just your 'uncle'-the one you were desperate to escape from."
Before Dunk could retort, another splash of water hit his face. He clutched his ears dramatically and bellowed, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
The door burst open. Park, Forth, and Beam rushed inside. Park immediately hurried to Dunk's side. "Sweetheart, what happened?"
Before Lam could speak, Dunk shot up, pointing an accusatory finger at his father. "Do you know what he did? He poured cold water on me. Twice! On me, Dad! I was sleeping like an innocent baby, and he-he's so heartless!" Dunk wrapped his arms around Park's waist, his voice dropping into a sob. "I'm your little boy, Dad. He traumatized me!"
Park's gaze hardened as he turned to Lam. "Now, that's too far. I've never stopped you from scolding him or nagging him about his clothes, but this? This is unacceptable. Stop torturing him."
Lam's jaw tightened. "Torturing? Do you know in what state Pond dragged him home last night? He was high on drugs and booze, Park. He couldn't even recognize his own father!"
Park's brows knitted. He turned back to Dunk. "You did drugs?"
Dunk blinked innocently. "Dad, I didn't know it was a drug. It was just lying on the table, so... I mistakenly ate it assuming food crumbs. I was drunk. Ask P'Pond!"
Park exhaled sharply. "Which club?"
"VAST." Dunk muttered, lowering his head.
Park pinched the bridge of his nose. "Figures. That place is a mess-drugs everywhere. Don't go there again, understood?"
Dunk nodded, relief washing over his face.
Lam, however, wasn't appeased. "That's it? You're just going to take his word for it? Don't you want to cross-check?"
"I trust my son," Park snapped, his tone firm. "And you'd better stop speaking ill of him."
The tension snapped further when Pond, fresh from a grueling three-hour surgery, entered the room. He had run up after hearing Dunk's scream.
"Lam is right, Park," Beam interjected coldly. "You can't keep turning a blind eye. It will only get worse."
Pond's sharp voice cut through the air. "Take advice from Paa, Uncle Park. He's very experienced in not trusting his own blood."
"Pond!" Forth's warning tone made him pause.
Pond's gaze, however, stayed locked on Beam. "As for Dunk, I was there with him. It wasn't his fault. But if you still doubt him, feel free to investigate." Without another word, Pond left for his room.
The silence hung heavy. Lam stormed out in anger, Beam followed, his expression tight with hurt.
Left alone, Forth sat on the bed beside Dunk, Park lowering himself onto a chair. "I'm sorry I caused trouble between you guys." Dunk mumbled.
Forth ruffled his hair gently. "It's not your fault. Go get ready for university."
Dunk glanced at Park, who nodded, before planting a quick kiss on his father's cheek and disappearing into the bathroom.
Park leaned forward, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what to do with Lam anymore."
Forth sighed. "Let him be. He's always been strict, but he's gone overboard with Dunk. The kid needs space to live his life."
"That's what I've been trying to tell him," Park muttered. "But he's relentless. The pressure he's putting on Dunk is too much."
The two men exchanged a knowing look. Both understood-there was no option for changing Beam or Lam's rigid ways.
Lunch passed in strained silence; Beam and Lam skipped the table entirely. Later, Pond offered to drive Dunk to university.
"You're not upset?" Dunk asked, sliding into the passenger seat.
Pond smirked faintly. "I'm not your father. I don't get upset over every little thing."
"That's what I've been trying to tell him!" Dunk huffed. "But no, he just has to control me."
"Let him try. They're all the same," Pond said, eyes on the road. "Dad told me stories about how wild they were in their youth. Now, suddenly, they're saints."
Dunk grinned. "Does Uncle Beam know uncle Forth told you that?"
"What do you think?" Pond's lips curled into a sly smile.
"Slyyyy," Dunk teased, laughter filling the car as they neared the gates.
Dunk hopped out quickly once they arrived, waving as he headed toward campus. Pond was about to drive off when, out of nowhere, a boy sprinted in front of his car and yanked open the passenger door.
Before Pond could react, the stranger grabbed his tie, yanking him forward until their faces were just inches apart. Pond froze, heart hammering-was this guy about to kiss him?
He tried to pull back, but the boy's grip tightened as he turned his face away, shielding himself just as a group of men approached, scanning the area.
"Freaking morons making out at the gate. These couples are everywhere now." one of them muttered as they passed. "Let's find that guy first, then we will deal with the outsider."
Pond, still tense, caught the pleading look in the stranger's eyes and hesitated. He could feel the boy's breath against his lips, their proximity electric.
When the pursuers finally left, the boy-Phuwin-sighed in relief. He turned, only to meet Pond's intense gaze. Those warm brown eyes, that closeness-it pulled something out of Pond he couldn't name. He leaned closer, almost instinctively, until Phuwin abruptly shoved him back.
"What do you think you're doing?" Phuwin demanded, his glare sharp.
Pond blinked, snapped from his trance. "Me? I should be asking you! Who barges into someone's car and nearly kisses them? Are you insane? Look at you-you're... beautiful. What if it wasn't me, but some creep? What would you have done then?"
Phuwin arched a brow. "First, it was an emergency. They've been following me for blocks. Second, I'm not 'beautiful'-I'm handsome and manly. Third, if I ever ended up in a creep's car like you said..." He whipped out a small pepper spray, aiming it briefly toward Pond's face before spraying a warning mist in the air. "I'd do this."
With that, he bolted from the car.
Pond sat frozen, bewildered, his heart still racing. Why was it pounding like this? Was it because of that boy's looks? His closeness?
No. Absolutely not. He was straight. Or at least, he thought he was.
Maybe it wasn't Phuwin at all. Maybe it was Beam-thinking about his father always raised his blood pressure. Yes, that had to be it.
Scowling, Pond shoved the thought away, shifted the car into gear, and drove off, his mood soured once more.
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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.