Take Your Revenge

The air was thick with tension as Aria stood facing Tristan, their bodies rigid and eyes locked in a heated stare. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing and the occasional creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath their feet.

Aria's eyes were filled with anger, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. "You used this marriage to try and get me to love you," she accused, her voice low and filled with bitterness.

Tristan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself. "I won't deny that I have feelings for you, Aria," he admitted, his voice deep and measured. "But that wasn't my only reason for entering into this marriage."

Aria's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. "What other reason could there be?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

What other factors?" Aria demanded, her voice raising.

Tristan took a deep breath and looked up at Aria, his eyes full of emotion. "I married you because I wanted to be w