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My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner

Anastasia Harrison, a young woman abused by her cruel family, thought her life was over when they forced her to marry Richard, the sleazy black sheep of the wealthy Wallace family. Meanwhile, her favored younger sister, Michelle, was set to marry Xavier, the elder brother, who was a CEO. Yet, an error at city hall ended up swapping their names on their respective marriage certificates. "What is this?! How are you married to Xavier Wallace?" "You're not getting any food or water until you sign the divorce papers!" To add fuel to the fire, the old Mr. and Mrs. Harrison passed away, leaving all their assets to Anastasia and not the rest of the family. This drove the Harrisons to their breaking point. To trade for a peaceful life, Anastasia was willing to leave her inheritance and leave the family, but the Harrisons had other plans in mind. They wanted to get rid of her. Permanently. However, it was by a stroke of luck that Anastasia was found by her new husband, Xavier, before her family succeeded. Determined to get her revenge, she struck a deal with Xavier. "Continue to be my wife and I will help you get your revenge!"

Sour_corn · Urban
Not enough ratings
397 Chs

Confrontation

Xavier was in his office, organizing some documents as he prepared to call it a day and head back home.

Before leaving, he instructed his secretary to cancel all of his meetings on a specific date—it was the day of the award show. He wanted to be with Selene and watch her receive her award.

Heading to his private elevator, he entered it, riding down to his private parking lot. 

As Xavier drove out, he nearly collided with a car parked right in front of the parking lot exit. The sudden stop jolted him, and he cursed under his breath. The other vehicle's windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside. 

Xavier's eyes narrowed as he studied the car. It was a sleek, black luxury sedan, the kind that exuded wealth and power. He could tell from the make and model that it wasn't just any car—this was the type of vehicle owned by someone important. Whoever was blocking his way wasn't exactly a nobody.