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 5
Kengkla couldn't stop smiling. The sunlight filtering through the the restaurant's tall windows felt warmer, the clinking of cutlery at lunch sharper, brighter. He had barely slept after last night - not because he was restless, but because for the first time, Techno had truly accepted him.
He celebrated the only way he knew how: by ordering an extravagant lunch spread. Plates of roasted duck, steaming bowls of soup, desserts stacked in towers, and bottles of champagne gleamed on the table like a victory feast.
Mix blinked at the spread in disbelief, while Technik leaned back in his chair with his usual dry glare. "What's this? Did you secretly trick P'No into signing marriage papers while he was asleep?"
Kengkla smirked, leaning on his palm. "Not yet. Though, honestly... not a bad idea."
Mix snorted, nearly choking on his drink, while Technik groaned, "God, just say it and spare us this display before I lose my appetite."
With a grin so wide his cheeks ached, Kengkla finally announced, "I confessed to P'No last night. And he said yes."
Two jaws dropped in unison.
"WHAT?!" Mix and Technik shouted, their voices echoing off the chandeliers.
Kengkla chuckled, his smirk deepening. "Turns out, he's known about my feelings for years. He just... didn't want to defy your father Ai'Nik. But he's not running anymore."
Nik's fist clenched under the table. "That bastard. Controlling even where his sons can breathe around-"
"Save the rage for later," Mix interrupted, still reeling. "Wait... you two kissed?"
Kengkla's grin widened. "We did."
Before he could elaborate, Technik held up a hand, glaring. "Stop right there. I don't need to know how or where you kissed my brother. Or anything else you might be doing. Just... for the love of sanity, keep the details out of my ears." He tipped back his glass, muttering into the rim, "My best friend sleeping with my brother. Unbelievable."
Kengkla only laughed. "Relax. I'm not rushing anything. I'd never touch him beyond what he wants. Marriage first, then everything else. I already have a honeymoon plan, though."
Mix perked up, smirking at Technik. "Oh? The one you've been dreaming about since you first met Techno? That private island?"
Kengkla's satisfied nod made Mix burst into laughter as Technik muttered something about "stocking up on earplugs."
But beneath the banter, Kengkla's chest tightened with quiet triumph. Last night had changed everything. Techno wasn't just someone he was chasing anymore - he was someone he could finally hold on to.
On the rooftop of Thailand's best , the wind whipped around them, cool against the heat simmering between their bodies. Nani's cigarette was crushed beneath Sky's fingers before he even realized Sky had snatched it.
"How dare you-" Nani growled, grabbing Sky by the collar, yanking him close enough to feel the other's breath ghosting over his lips.
Sky's smirk was infuriatingly calm. "What's wrong, babe? Tell me. Or... do you want me to guess?"
Nani's jaw tightened, his breath heavy. He didn't answer, but his grip didn't loosen either.
Sky's hand slid up, fingers wrapping around the back of Nani's neck, pulling him closer until their noses brushed. His voice dropped, husky and low, "Is this about Suzi? Or is it that you can't stand the thought of anyone else even looking at me?"
Before Nani could snap back, Sky closed the gap, crushing their mouths together. The kiss was nothing gentle - it was rough, almost punishing. Teeth clashed, breaths mingled, and Sky's tongue pressed past Nani's lips with practiced ease, claiming and coaxing all at once.
Nani's knees weakened, but he refused to surrender. His hands fisted Sky's shirt, dragging him closer until their bodies were flush, chest to chest, heartbeats hammering in unison. Sky pushed forward, backing Nani against the cold wall, his thigh slotting between Nani's legs in a subtle, deliberate press that made Nani gasp into the kiss.
The gasp only spurred Sky on. His fingers traced the sharp line of Nani's jaw before slipping lower, over the side of his throat, feeling the rapid pulse there. His lips left Nani's just long enough to graze along his jaw, teasing, before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive curve of his neck.
"Sky-" Nani's voice cracked, a mix of warning and want. " I hate you."
Sky's teeth grazed his skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make Nani shiver. "You hate me, huh?" Sky murmured against his neck. "Then why are you shaking like this?"
Nani's fingers dug into Sky's shoulders, grounding himself, but he didn't push him away. Instead, his head tilted ever so slightly, baring more of his throat in silent surrender.
Sky's mouth curved into a knowing smirk against his skin. He pulled back just enough to meet Nani's eyes, his thumb brushing over Nani's lower lip, still swollen from their kiss. "Love me. Hate me. Doesn't matter... because I love you enough to hold us together forever."
Nani's breath hitched. Without another word, he grabbed Sky by the back of his neck and dragged him back into a kiss - deeper, hungrier, as though trying to devour the smugness out of him.
Sky's hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer still, their bodies pressed so tight the space between them practically burned. The rooftop spun, the world narrowed to just heat, lips, and the sharp taste of want between their tongues.
When they finally tore apart for air, Nani's lips were kiss-swollen, his voice rough as he muttered against Sky's mouth, "I hate you... so much."
Sky chuckled, brushing their noses together. "And I love you... would continue to do."
Nani didn't reply - just kissed him again, slower this time but with the same intensity, their breaths heavy, their hands roaming in the quiet shelter of the rooftop, where only the wind dared to watch.
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8.4
I signed a prenuptial agreement with a cold-blooded Wall Street predator just to unlock my trust fund and fight my greedy stepmother.
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.