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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
403 Chs

Diana

Anastasia stared at Viviana in utter confusion. 

"What do you mean Michelle disappeared?" She asked. 

Viviana's eyebrows were now furrowed in confusion, mirroring Anastasia's expression. 

"You didn't know?" Viviana questioned back. When Anastasia didn't reply, she sighed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Since you don't know, I don't think I need to tell you. You can find that out by yourself. You have a rich husband anyway. I'm sure he can dig out any information for you."

Anastasia resisted the urge to hit Viviana. The latter was trying to piss her off, and she couldn't but admit she was slowly succeeding. 

"But that's not the main reason I'm here. I'm here to tell you to quit this movie while you still can because I'm going to make you regret being here."

"You do realize you're making a threat to her in my presence, right?" Martha reminded, her eyebrows touching her hairlines. "Are you sure you're thinking right?"