All Chapters of The billionaire's vengeful bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Emilia He stroked my cheeks while holding my waist, repeating the same promises he made to me years ago.“I will forever love you as we grow old together, baby,” he murmured against my neck, his breath warm and teasing.“Stop it, you're making me blush,” I said, trying to hide my excitement. It was the night before our court wedding, and I felt like the luckiest woman alive. Everything looked so perfect. Malik and I had been high school sweethearts, and I was happy we were finally tying the knot tomorrow.Although he hadn’t introduced me to any of his family members, I wasn’t bothered—he didn’t want our families involved. According to him, he just wanted the two of us. No family. No drama. Just us. I respected that, even though a small part of me wondered why. But I brushed it aside.“You're ready for tomorrow, right?” he asked, tracing lazy circles behind my back.“Of course I am,” I whispered, feeling my heart flutter. I leaned into him, wanting the moment to last longer.He leane

~EmiliaStill wearing my so-called wedding dress, I walked home barefoot, each step heavier than the last—like I was dragging the heartbreak behind me.People stared.Drivers slowed.Strangers turned their heads.But I kept walking.My face was already swollen with tears. The mascara had dried into dark streaks down my cheeks. My veil flapped in the wind like a ghost of the bride I used to be.The runaway bride.No—the betrayed bride.The news was everywhere already, but I didn’t care.I couldn’t.The sight I had witnessed this morning kept replaying in my mind—the man I loved, the man I was supposed to marry today, tangled in bed with my own sister.I let the tears fall again. Hot. Silent. Endless.I had hoped to return home to solitude. To just curl up, breathe, forget—if only for a moment.But the second I stepped into the house, my father’s voice thundered from the living room.“Why in God’s name would you raise your hand against your sister?”My heart skipped a beat.There he was

~Adrian“What exactly do you want from me?” I asked.And she didn’t hesitate.“I want to marry you.”I blinked repeatedly.Was she insane?“Is this how you usually pick up guys at a bar?” I asked, already getting pissed off.She straightened, seriousness marked into her features.“My name is Emilia,” she said. “I’m twenty-three. I just graduated from college. I make my own money.“I’m super funny,” she said, almost too quickly, like she was nervous but trying not to show it.Her fingers tugged at the edge of her sleeve, and her lips curled into a half-smile.“I bet I could even get a smile out of that cranky face of yours.”I didn’t move. Just stared.But she didn’t back down.Her voice dropped a little—quiet, not dramatic—just real. Like she meant it.“And above all…”Her eyes stayed locked on mine, still and unblinking, a soft seriousness settling between us.“I think I’d make the perfect wife.”She wasn’t kidding.She was either reckless or desperate… or maybe, just maybe, she was

~EmiliaI was super excited. That was the first step in my revenge plan.I could only imagine the look on the faces of my sister and my ex-fiancé when I was introduced as his uncle’s wife.I smiled, feeling that familiar rush of anticipation as I walked toward the large wardrobe in my room. My hands trembled slightly—not out of fear, but because of it. The excitement. The rush. Tonight was the night.The night I had waited for.The first real step toward taking my revenge.I reached out and brushed my hand across the row of well-ironed dresses. So many options, but none felt quite right—not for tonight. I needed to look... ravishing. Devastating. The kind of woman no one forgets, especially not them.Every detail mattered—my dress, my hair, my presence. It had to be perfect. I inhaled deeply, grounding myself.Tonight, I wouldn’t face my demons in tears.I wouldn’t tremble.I’d stand tall—elegant, and powerful.And with Adrian Thompson by my side.***Friday came with the slow ache of

~EmiliaI laid down on my bed, facing the ceiling. The soft rustle of rain outside my window was usually calming, but tonight, it only seemed to echo the noise in my head.I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier. My chest tightened with a mess of feelings.A part of me was satisfied—a small victory in the long game I had set in motion. But another part of me was tense. Uneasy.I didn’t want Adrian knowing who I really was. Or about my past with Malik. Not yet. Not until I figured out what I truly wanted from this whole mess.I stood up to go get a glass of water. Maybe it would calm me down.But halfway down the hallway, I slowed.Adrian’s study door stood slightly open at the end of the hall. A strange hesitation bloomed in my chest. My heartbeat quickened.What am I doing?I hadn’t meant to come looking for him.But somewhere between the faint light spilling from his room and the rhythmic sound of his keyboard, something pulled me closer.The door creaked softly und