Revenge Marriage: Lust, Not Love

Richard skidded to a stop, coldly locking eyes with Snow. His gaze burned with a dangerous, predatory glint. Snow felt a jolt of despair. She finally snapped, demanding, "Richard, what the hell do you want?" Richard's voice was ice cold, and he uttered a single word,"You."What Richard was thinking: Want to fuck you. Snow no longer wanted to be the "spare blood bank" for her hypocritical, leukemia-stricken sister. She just wanted to live her own life. But the one person she overlooked was that terrifying, mafia boy, Richard. Once, when she was anemic and fled the hospital with nowhere to go, she collapsed on the street. He was the one who picked her up, brought her back, cared for her, and held her like she was something fragile carved into his very bones. On countless long nights, he kissed the ugly puncture marks on her spine. Even after her death, he went mad, broke into the funeral home, and stole away her cold, lifeless body. Now that she's back at sixteen, Snow doesn't seem to fear Richard quite so much anymore. When the boy stood silently in the shadows, watching her from a dark corner, Snow turned back and gave him a sweet, sunny smile. "As long as you're not mean to me, we can be good friends."The mafia mafia boy looked down at her porcelain-pale face and let out a cold, twisted laugh. "Who the fuck wants to be your friend?" He only wanted to pull her into his bed and never let go. Now that she's reborn, Snow truly wants to repay Richard-to change his harsh, doomed fate. But it seems the short-tempered mafia king never took her gentle warning to heart. Not until that day, when Richard cornered her in an empty classroom, the two of them completely alone. He grabbed her hand, hot to the touch, his body radiating heat. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips, wild and unrestrained. "You want me to behave?" he said, voice low and rough. "Then you better be real fucking obedient."

The moment Emily saw Carlos, she instinctively tried to shut the door. But Carlos had already guessed what she'd do - he grabbed onto the doorframe in an instant. Carlos, "I was wrong. I know I hurt you. I really do." Emily, "If you want to repent, go to church." Aiden had already appeared in front of her. He flung Carlos's hand off the door and walked straight into Emily's apartment. Bam! The door slammed shut. Carlos didn't even see clearly who it was. Emily hadn't processed it either before Aiden grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pinned her directly against the door. He didn't bother walking a few more steps. His breath reeked of alcohol as he kissed her fiercely and without warning. Emily's mind was still on Carlos, who was right outside. With just a thin wall between them - and a door that wasn't even soundproof - the shame came flooding in from all directions. She was sure Carlos could hear every sound of them kissing. She whimpered and tried to push Aiden away. Aiden frowned and grabbed her wandering hands, pinning them above her head, tight against the door. He captured her lips again in a kiss that left her breathless. With heavy breathing, Aiden lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. "Say it. Say you only like me." Emily's ex-boyfriend Carlos had cheated on her. The girl he cheated with? Her uncle drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom. A few days after their breakup, Emily spotted that very Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the Imperial Banquet Hotel. Thinking of Carlos and that bitch Angela being all lovey-dovey, she couldn't help the bitterness rising in her chest. Carlos wanted to skip twenty years of hard work? Dream on. Carlos still wanted to be "in relationship" with her? Fine - she'd become their aunt in law. Let them have to smile and bow in front of her while trying to suck up. In that moment, Emily didn't know where the surge of confidence came from, but she smiled sweetly and knocked on the backseat window of that Rolls-Royce. The window rolled down slowly. A young, gorgeous man and his driver looked over. The man's eyes deep and mesmerizing behind his glasses. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Angela looks pretty average... but her uncle? He's ridiculously hot. Months later, Emily was cozily sitting in the backseat of the same Rolls-Royce, hand in hand with the elegant Aiden. Not far off, she spotted the cheater Angela and ex-boyfriend Carlos. She waved her fingers at them in a haughty, arrogant gesture. Emily,"Don't you know to greet your elders? Angela's face went pale as she slowly made her way over and said to the driver up front, "Uncle John" Emily, "...?"

CEO Cole turned to Anne."You said I'm beautiful?" "...Yeah." "Sexy body?""...Yeah.""Big, hard cock?""...Yeah.""Never regret sleeping with me?""..." Anne's face turned even redder than when she was drinking. "...Yep." Anne's voice was barely louder than a whisper."Perfect. I just happen to be in need of a bed partner. Interested?"Anne stared at Cole, wondering if he was drunker than she was. "...Okay." Anne was chosen by tycoon Cole at first glance because she resembled his beloved first love. At the time, it was Anne's first time working as a escort, doing so to afford the medical expenses for the grandmother who had raised her. After a night of passion, Cole suspected he had been set up-because he has never hooked on women so easily, especially escort. Seeing Anne's resemblance to his beloved first love, his guard against her was at its peak. However, when Anne was nearly assaulted by a perverted client, Cole stepped in just in time to save her. Under Cole's protection, Anne remained a escort but rarely suffered any harassment. Yet, because of her resemblance to his beloved first love, Anne always suspected-She just a mere substitute. After the first sex, Cole looked at Anne coldly and said, "This is the first and the last time." But after the second sex, Anne cursed, "Damn men. Never trust a word they say." Many years later, as Cole watched Anne sleeping beside him, he let out a sigh: Indeed, you should never have sex with the same woman more than three times. Otherwise, she will mean the world to you.

Mity made her first appearance in high society as Alan's fiancée, only to be met with a wave of disdain. Everyone knew Alan had always had a beloved first love in his heart-Mity was nothing more than a shield to appease his parents. Besides, her family background didn't match his. Seated at the highest VIP section, at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, was Stuart-the ruler of New York City's most powerful elite family. Cold, indifferent, and unattainable. His icy gaze swept over Mity, who clung gently to her fiancé's arm, looking as fragile as a rabbit. A member of the Raven family leaned over respectfully to ask for his opinion. Stuart held a freshly lit cigar between his fingers, his gaze dark and unreadable. Just half an hour ago, those delicate fingers had trembled, those soft lips had been bitten in hesitation, and with flushed cheeks, she had secretly slipped a hotel key card into his suit pocket. When he left the event, that same key card was tossed lightly into the trash. Later, Alan's beloved first love, who had been abroad for years, suddenly returned. His family pressured Mity to humble herself and beg him to stay, even slipping a hotel key card into Alan's hand on her behalf. That night, Mity was sent to the hotel. When the door opened, she saw a man in a tailored suit, reclining in a chair, idly playing with that very key card between his fingers. His chiseled features were shrouded in a bone-chilling coldness. "Why beg him?" Stuart's voice was devoid of warmth as his powerful palm seized her slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. His fingertip pressed firmly against her trembling lips. He led her to the door. From the hallway, Mity caught sight of Alan being led into the adjacent suite by his first love. Her face turned pale. Behind her, the man leaned in close, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck, his voice low and rough with menace. "Mity... why not beg me instead?" The door clicked shut. Clothes fell to the floor. At first, Mity had schemed her way into Stuart's life just to escape her parasitic family. But when Stuart took it seriously, she became the deceitful little liar. When the truth came to light, Stuart cornered her at the airport. "Mity," he said, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Say you like me."

Elena had given her virginity to Chasel, the most popular boy in high school and the secret object of her affection for years. When she shyly brought it up to him afterward, Chasel claimed he had been drunk and didn't remember anything. He offered her a substantial sum of money to leave him alone. Elena's first time had been tainted by Chasel's humiliation, made worse by the fact that he was the first man she had ever truly loved. Elena thought college would be her escape, that her high school memories would fade into obscurity. Instead, Chasel somehow became the object of her college roommate's affections. Worse still, Elena found herself constantly crossing paths with Chasel, who seemed to treat her differently from everyone else... "One year later, we divorce, with no interference in each other's lives." The only reason Elena agreed to a fake marriage with Chasel was her absolute conviction that the perfect Chasel could never fall in love with someone like her. But after the wedding, their faked marriage turned all too real. One year later, divorce couldn't even be mentioned-she couldn't even leave the house. Facing Chasel's forced love, Elena escaped through a window, fleeing the prison their home had become.Just when she was congratulating herself on finally escaping his clutches, the very next day, everywhere she went, someone would bow respectfully and say, "Mrs. Anthony, Mr. Anthony is waiting for you over there."

She originally had a fiancé, but she was forcibly taken and possessed by a dangerously handsome mafia king. Even though he was devoted to her, unwavering in his love, spoiling her endlessly, and giving her the utmost indulgence, she still wanted nothing more than to escape... Yet, after she finally fled, she discovered the truth-the fiancé who claimed to love her had long been secretly involved with her best friend, and the family she had always trusted had already fallen into the hands of her scheming stepsister. All her efforts had led to nothing but complete ruin, and she died in utter misery... Upon waking up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror-wild, unkempt hair, bloody tattoos, and a face painted like a ghost. Just one more second of looking at herself burned her eyes. In her past life, she loved another man and tried everything to escape, hating the mafia emperor to the core. Yet in the end, he was the only one who avenged her. Last time, she had been out of her mind-rejecting her breathtakingly powerful husband, only to be betrayed by a scumbag and a deceitful woman, brainwashed by her so-called best friend, and ultimately abandoned by everyone. But this time, no matter how those lurking snakes and cunning devils scheme to push her into divorce-sorry, this lady has finally turned her brain on!

"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...

Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”

Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."

"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.

Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"