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 6
"How was your Freshers' party, kiddo?" Kongpob asked, swirling the ice in his glass as he looked over at his only son lounging on the sofa.
Aau hesitated, fingers absently grazing the faint swelling on his lip. "It was...," he searched for the word, "...eventful."
"Eventful?" Arthit's sharp voice came from the doorway. He strode in, his gaze locking on Aau's bruised face. "Eventful enough to come home looking like you got mugged?"
Kongpob straightened. "You fought? Tell me their names. I'll take care of it."
Aau quickly shook his head. "No, Dad. I didn't fight."
But he refused me... and punched me anyway. The thought stung, unspoken.
Arthit glared at Kongpob, his tone firm. " Kongpob - don't you dare to drag him into your world. No lessons. No payback. He's not getting tainted by your business. Understood?"
Kongpob smirked faintly, raising his hands in mock surrender. Arthit's word was final.
"Paa, I'm starving. Can we just... eat?" Aau cut in, forcing a grin. Arthit gave him one last searching glance before heading to the kitchen.
As soon as the older man left, Aau's cheerful mask slipped. His voice lowered. "The supplies hit the port at midnight."
Kongpob's eyes sharpened immediately, the warmth gone. "Good. Stay alert. And keep this away from your Paa."
Aau nodded. Kongpob rested a hand briefly on his son's shoulder. "And kiddo... next time you come home with bruises, I'll make sure whoever's behind it doesn't live to try again."
Aau nodded once more, though his thoughts whispered a darker promise as his father left. You won't have to. I won't let anyone touch him. He'll live with me. Die with me. No one will lay a hand on him as long as I'm breathing. Then he himself got confused with his feelings.
He remembers what happened with him
University life was supposed to be simple - at least on the first day.
"Wow... I've dreamed about this," Aau grinned as he stepped onto campus.
"Same here," a boy beside him said. "I'm Mork."
"And I'm Pun!" another voice joined in as Pun jogged over. "We're friends. Want to stick together?"
"Absolutely," Aau said, his smile bright as always. Unlike his fathers - Kongpob, whose charm was quiet and calculating, and Arthit, who preferred his solitude - Aau was pure sunlight. Outgoing, reckless, a magnet for trouble. It soothed Arthit... most of the time.
But destiny had its own twisted humor.
Late to SOTUS orientation because of a call, Aau sprinted down the hall - and collided, hard, with a broad chest cloaked in a red jacket.
The world tilted. Aau blinked up - and froze. Sharp cheekbones, cool dark eyes, a beauty so severe it stole his breath.
"Wow... you're... beautiful," he blurted, oblivious to the four figures standing nearby, watching.
The hazers went rigid. Their leader, Boom, stiffened, anger flashing.
"What did you just say?" Boom's voice could frost glass.
Aau's grin only widened. "I said you're beautiful. Just stating facts."
Boom lunged, but two hazers restrained him. "You're lucky we're here, kid. Get to the ground before he decides to kill you," one muttered coldly.
On the SOTUS field, Aau plopped down next to Mork and Pun, grin firmly in place.
"Where were you?" Pun asked.
"Met a deity," Aau replied dreamily.
"Aw, I want to meet one too..." Pun whined, looking at Mork.
"Later," Mork muttered, patting Pun's head.
"Aau, will you share your deity with me until I get mine?" Pun teased.
"Anything but the deity," Aau deadpanned.
Before Pun could argue, a sharp shot cracked through the air. Silence fell as four red-jacketed figures took the stage.
Sin, the first to speak, introduced himself as one of the hazers. Then he stepped aside.
"I'm Boom Tharatorn . Your Head Hazer this year."
The murmurs stilled instantly. Boom's presence was commanding, his explanation of SOTUS cold and precise, enough to tighten every freshman's spine.
Every freshman - except one.
Aau sat there, grinning, his gaze never wavering from Boom. Deliberately teasing. Daring.
Sin noticed the silent exchange and, before Boom could react, gripped his arm. "Later. Focus."
Boom's gaze lingered a second longer before he dismissed the students. "Collect your goody bags. Diary for seniors's signatures is inside. Let's see if you can earn them."
Aau's grin only faltered when Boom disappeared backstage.
The freshers' party throbbed with neon lights and heavy bass.
Aau sat back, scanning for one person. His pulse kicked when Boom finally walked in - simple white T-shirt, green jacket, casual but magnetic.
When Boom approached the bar, Aau followed, leaning casually beside him.
"Hey, Mr. Beauty," Aau said lightly. "Shouldn't do drugs this young."
Boom's eyes flicked to him, icy and amused. "You again." He chuckled once. "What are you now, my father? Advising me on my vices?" His tone dropped, cutting. "You're a freshman. I'm your Head Hazer. Don't cross your limits."
Aau's smirk sharpened. "What if I want to know more about my Head Hazer?"
Boom leaned closer, his stare like a blade grazing skin. "You'll know me - starting tomorrow."
Aau sighed, unbothered. "I'm not patient. When I want something, I don't wait. And you? I don't want to work for it. So why not just surrender and let me take care of you, Mr. Head Hazer?"
Boom's lips curved into a dangerous smile - before his fist connected with Aau's jaw.
"Don't you dare to think you can dominate me," Boom said, his voice low and lethal. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you."
From across the room, Boom's gang watched tensely as Henry moved in, hand brushing Boom's waist.
Boom's glare was instantaneous. "Henry. Don't. Touch. Me."
"I was just-"
"Don't." Boom's tone could cut steel. His eyes flicked, for a fraction of a second, back to Aau before he walked to his brother, his jaw tight.
Across the sea, in a different skyline, Earth stood before his father, Bright, in the family office, tension thick between them.
"Dad, he is highschooler and you let him study in Thailand. But when it comes to business, you never let me go."
Bright's jaw tightened, eyes fixed on the cityscape beyond the window. "We already have operations there. That's enough. And if you're talking about your brother-"
The office door burst open.
"Pappi!" Rome, Bright's husband, bounded in, eyes sparkling. "P'Forth wants to see me! Let's go to Thailand. I miss my baby Sky too!"
He spotted Earth and grinned. "Hi, baby. Talking business with your dad?"
"Who's P'Forth, Paa?" Earth asked.
Rome's smile softened. "Your uncle. It's been ages since I saw him."
Bright handed Rome a whiskey, his voice turning cold. "Your Uncle Forth - the man who nearly got me killed. Twice. The one who kept me away from your Paa for five years. Who tried to steal our business. And there's a dozen more like him in Thailand. That's why I don't want you there."
Rome rolled his eyes, sipping his drink.
Earth's lips curled into a slow grin. "These relatives of Paa sounds... interesting. Dad, wouldn't it be fun if we visited?"
Bright gave him a long, warning look.
Earth only smirked wider. Thailand, huh? Finally I am coming there my love... Just wait...after years.... now just few days....
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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.