Trapped in a Marriage of Revenge

Trapped in a Marriage of Revenge

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Aria Cole lost everything the day her father was arrested. To save her family, she accepts a deal she never imagined-marriage to Julian Blackwood, the billionaire who destroyed her life. Cold, cruel, and driven by revenge, Julian believes Aria's family is responsible for his mother's death. Their marriage is a contract built on hatred, silence, and punishment. But as secrets unravel and emotions refuse to stay buried, Aria must decide- will she survive loving the man who ruined her... or will he destroy her completely?

Chapter 1 The Day Everything Fell Apart

The knock on the door came at exactly 6:42 a.m.

Not a polite knock.

Not the kind neighbors made.

It was sharp. Final. The kind that didn't ask permission.

Aria Cole froze at the top of the stairs, her fingers tightening around the banister. For a split second, she considered pretending she hadn't heard it. That if she stayed perfectly still, the sound and whatever came with it-would disappear.

The knock came again.

Her mother's voice floated from the kitchen, tired and confused.

"Aria? Are you expecting someone this early?"

"No," Aria said, already moving. Her heart had begun to beat too fast, too hard, like it knew something her mind was still refusing to accept.

She opened the door.

Two men stood outside. Dark suits. Expressionless faces. One of them held a badge. The other held a folder thick enough to crush hope.

"Miss Cole?" the taller one asked.

"Yes."

"We're here for your father."

The world tilted.

"What?" Aria laughed softly, the sound wrong in her own ears. "There must be a mistake. My father's already at work."

The man didn't smile.

"Step aside, please."

They walked in without waiting for permission.

Her mother appeared behind her, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice unsteady.

The second man finally spoke. "Mr. Thomas Cole is under arrest for financial fraud, embezzlement, and falsifying corporate records."

Aria turned sharply. "That's impossible."

Behind them, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Her father appeared, adjusting his cufflinks, confusion creasing his brow. "What is this?"

The badge flashed again. Metal glinted.

"Thomas Cole," the man said, "you're under arrest."

"No" Aria stepped forward instinctively, placing herself between her father and the officers. "You can't just come in here and say things like that. My father is an honest man."

Her father's hand came down gently on her shoulder.

"Aria," he said quietly.

She looked up at him. Really looked. His face had gone pale. His jaw was tight. And in his eyes-eyes that had always been steady, reassuring-there was something she had never seen before.

Fear.

"Dad?" she whispered.

He shook his head slightly. Not now.

The officers moved fast after that. Cold hands. Cold words. Cold metal cuffs clicking around her father's wrists.

Her mother let out a small, broken sound and collapsed into a chair.

"Please," Aria said, her voice shaking now. "Please, there's been a misunderstanding. We can call a lawyer. We can-"

"You'll have the chance," the officer said flatly. "Ma'am, step back."

They led her father toward the door.

"Aria," he said, turning once more. "Take care of your mother."

Her chest burned. "Dad, I'll fix this," she promised desperately. "I'll fix everything."

He smiled at her then. A small, sad smile.

"I know you will."

And then he was gone.

By noon, the news had spread.

By evening, their accounts were frozen.

By nightfall, their family name meant nothing but scandal.

Aria sat alone in her bedroom, her phone buzzing nonstop on the bed beside her. Messages she didn't open. Calls she didn't answer.

She didn't need to read them to know.

Did you know?

Is it true?

I'm sorry, but it's better if we don't associate right now.

She turned the phone face down.

Downstairs, her mother hadn't stopped crying.

Aria stared at the wall, her mind racing through memories-her father teaching her how to ride a bike, how to balance a checkbook, how to stand straight and speak with dignity.

A criminal?

No. Never.

A sharp knock echoed through the house again.

Her heart clenched. For one wild moment, she thought maybe it was her father. That this had all been a terrible mistake.

But when she reached the living room, the man standing there didn't belong to hope.

He was tall. Impossibly so. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that looked like it had never known warmth. His presence filled the room, heavy and controlled.

His eyes-dark, cold, unreadable-settled on her face.

"Aria Cole," he said.

Not a question.

"Yes," she replied cautiously. "Who are you?"

"My name is Julian Blackwood."

The name hit her like a slap.

Everyone knew that name.

Billionaire. CEO. A man who crushed companies without blinking. A man whose influence stretched far beyond business.

"What do you want?" she asked.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the stairs, where her mother's sobs echoed faintly. Then back to Aria.

"I'm here to talk about your father."

Her spine stiffened. "You have nothing to do with this."

Julian stepped closer. One step. Controlled. Intentional.

"Oh," he said quietly, "I have everything to do with it."

Her breath caught.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thin folder, placing it on the table between them.

Inside were documents. Charges. Numbers. Proof she didn't understand-but the weight of them pressed down on her chest all the same.

"You have a choice," Julian continued calmly.

She looked up at him, anger and fear colliding in her chest. "What choice?"

He met her gaze without flinching.

"Marry me," he said.

The word echoed in her head.

"...What?"

"Marry me," he repeated, his voice flat, merciless. "And your father's situation will improve."

Her hands trembled. "You're insane."

Julian leaned down slightly, his voice dropping.

"No," he said. "I'm offering mercy."

Her heart pounded. "And if I refuse?"

His eyes darkened.

"Then your father stays exactly where he is."

Silence swallowed the room.

Aria felt the ground disappear beneath her feet.

This wasn't a proposal.

It was a threat.

And standing in front of her was the man who held her father's fate in his hands.

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