He’s Marrying Another, But I Became His Bride for Revenge — Novel

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In a world where vengeance runs as deep as blood ties, Tiffany finds herself ensnared in a deadly game with Zavier, the man who once held her heart. Their twisted relationship, marked by obsession and betrayal, escalates when a young girl unexpectedly enters the picture, casting shadows over Tiffany's past and igniting a fire within her. As Zavier prepares to marry another, Tiffany’s thirst for revenge leads her down a dark path, one where the line between love and hatred blurs dangerously.

What happens when the stakes are raised and love becomes a weapon? With every calculated move, Tiffany unveils a side of herself that even Zavier didn’t foresee, challenging the very foundations of their bond. But as their lives spiral into chaos, can Tiffany truly claim victory, or will the sins of the past come back to haunt them both?

The tension thickens when Tiffany discovers that revenge can create unexpected alliances and even greater foes. In this gripping tale, the question lingers: how far will one go to reclaim their power, and at what cost? As the blood-stained threads of their lives intertwine, the true nature of their love—and hatred—will be revealed.

He’s Marrying Another, But I Became His Bride for RevengeChapter 1

Everyone whispered that Zavier Morrison was obsessed with me. When I had a boyfriend, he kidnapped him; when I became engaged, he severed my fiancé’s hands.

I struck back by drugging him, taking 365 intimate photos, and spreading them everywhere.

When he woke, he didn’t curse me; he grabbed my throat, laughing as he kissed me.

“No wonder you’re the rose raised by your brother. We’re meant to be alike.”

I laughed too, strangely agreeing. From that night, we were bound together. Eight years passed, spring and autumn, and nothing separated us.

Until a young girl appeared, innocent and untouched. At the hospital for my IVF, she cradled her swollen belly and smiled at me.

“You must be Zavier’s adopted sister. I heard you like killing… no wonder you can’t have children.”

I only nodded, indifferent. She knew my nature and still came, and I accepted her presence as an unspoken invitation.

I sent her onto the operating table, snapped a photo of the unformed fetus, and forwarded it to Zavier.

“Your gift has arrived. I like it very much.”

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