My Boyfriend Married Me to Avenge His Sister’s Death — Novel

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Joanne never imagined that love could twist into something so dark. After her boyfriend Zachary's sister, Zoey, fell victim to a horrific crime, Joanne chose silence, a decision that would haunt her for years. As the media frenzy swirled around them, she barricaded herself behind a wall of denial, but instead of walking away, Zachary chose to marry her, igniting a chain of events that would unravel their lives in ways she could never foresee.

Now, six years later, the pain of the past is clawing its way back, and Joanne finds herself at the center of a cruel and twisted retribution. Zachary, once her love, has transformed into her tormentor, determined to force her to confront the truth she buried so deep. As the courtroom buzzes with the anger of a nation demanding justice, Joanne must navigate a web of betrayal, guilt, and the desperate hope for redemption.

Can she survive the trials that Zachary has set before her, or will the weight of her secrets crush her? In a world where love and vengeance intertwine, what price must she pay to reclaim her life?

My Boyfriend Married Me to Avenge His Sister’s DeathChapter 1

After my boyfriend's younger sister was raped and took her own life, I learned the truth. But instead of speaking out, I stayed silent.

His parents were on their knees, pleading with me and begging me to speak up.

But I refused. Coldly. Without hesitation.

When reporters showed up at my door, I chased them away, brandishing a kitchen knife.

And yet, despite everything, my boyfriend, Zachary Mitchell, didn’t leave me.

Even though his family was furious, even though they pleaded with him to abandon me, he still chose to marry me.

After the wedding, everything changed.

He began his revenge.

Day after day, he tortured me, bringing others into our home, forcing me to experience the same horrors his sister had endured.

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Six years later, my body had reached its breaking point.

Using his family’s vast fortune, Zachary subjected me to a memory trial.

“Joanne, you’re not even human!” someone shouted. “Zoey treated you so well, and you did this to her!”

I lay in the hospital bed, struggling to breathe, relying on the machine to help me.

My body was too heavy, too broken, to fight back.