True Love, Wrong Revenge — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, Christopher Thompson finds himself trapped in a web of revenge that consumes him. The moment he took his vows, he unleashed a storm of chaos, obliterating the Garcia family and framing his wife, Maria, for their brutal demise. But as the bloodshed settles, a mysterious king unveils the dark truths hidden beneath layers of loyalty and deceit. How far can one man's quest for vengeance go before it devours him whole?

As Christopher grapples with the weight of his choices, Maria remains a haunting reminder of both love and loss. What begins as a desperate attempt at revenge spirals into a gripping tale of power, ambition, and the cost of redemption. The tension between them crackles like a live wire, filled with unspeakable pain and unyielding desire. Can Christopher reclaim his honor without losing himself in the process?

Every encounter draws them deeper into a dangerous game, where love becomes a weapon and trust is a luxury neither can afford. With their fates intertwined, will they find a way back to each other, or are they doomed to become mere pawns in a cruel game of kings? The answer lies in the shadows of their past, waiting to be uncovered.

True Love, Wrong RevengeChapter 1

On our wedding day, I wiped out my wife Maria Garcia's entire family. Clad in a blood-soaked wedding gown, I forced myself on her.

After a night of passion, I put a knife in her hand and screamed for help. Her hands were cut, her throat poisoned, and rendered silent, leaving her no way to defend herself.

She was thrown into prison, her spirit broken, beaten, her eyes gouged out and tortured to death. Her body was dumped in a mass grave, where wild dogs tore at it.

A hundred days after her death, I was digging through a heap of bones, my eyes burning with fury, blood dripping from my fingers. "So this is how the Garcia family operates. Why didn't you warn me? Maria, come out and face me!"

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Late that night, I was summoned to the palace by the king. I crawled and knelt before him, only able to see his feet.

"Minister Thompson, do you have any complaints about the execution of your entire family in the succession struggle?"

"I dare not," I answered.