All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adrianna sat cross legged on the wooden floor of her big New York apartment. Sunlight shined in through the tall windows, but she didn’t notice. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear, pacing the room restlessly. She had called so many event planners, one after the other. Each one shared grand ideas flowers hanging from the ceiling, shining chandeliers, ice sculptures, and expensive dishes made by top chefs. But Adrianna wasn’t thinking about those details anymore. For six years, she had dreamed of this day. The day she would marry Damien, the man she loved with all her heart. Every detail mattered to hernot just the flowers or the music but the feeling of walking down the aisle, knowing she was about to start a new life. Every moment needed to be perfect, unforgettable. Her wedding dress had arrived that very morning. The dress was wrapped carefully in a soft satin bag. She had waited for this day for so long, and now the dress was finally here. She gently pulled it out a

Katherina stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite of the Blackwood mansion. Her wedding gown was off, and she wore a smooth silk robe instead. Her makeup was flawless, her jewelry sparkled, and her skin glowed. To anyone else, she looked perfect. But to Katherina, the woman in the mirror looked afraid. Afraid of losing everything. The wedding was done. She had married Damien. The ring was on her finger. The guests had cheered, and the photos would be all over the internet by morning. But none of that mattered, because Adrianna is still alive Somewhere out there, her sister the real bride, the one with Damien’s heart was still breathing, still walking the same earth, still carrying the power to destroy the lie Katherina had built so carefully. And that terrified her more than death. She knew her sister too well. Adrianna didn’t break easily. She had fire in her, that Rodriguez temper, that sharp mind, that quiet grace people loved without realizing they were falling.

Katherina, now in a silk robe, smirked. “Don’t talk. Just do what I said.” He approached the bed, glancing once at Damien’s unconscious face. Katherina’s silk robe dropped to the floor without hesitation. Her body smooth, flawless, bathed in moonlight was a vision Daniel couldn’t tear his eyes from. His breath caught, his hands clenched ready to explore every inch of her delicate body. She stepped toward him, slow and commanding, until there was no space left between their bodies. Her nipples brushed the fabric of his shirt, and he inhaled sharply. “Katherina…” he whispered, chest rising fast. Her hand slid down his chest, fingers trailing over his abs before unbuckling his belt in one swift motion. The sound of it snapping loose sent a pulse straight to his cock. And then her hand was on him firm, possessive stroking over his length with ease going up and down while using her other hand to rub his tip.. He groaned, head falling back, his resolve burning away in her touch. “Y

Flashback Four Years Ago That night, the rain fell in heavy sheets wild, loud, and thunderousAdrianna could barely see the road through the heavy rain. She sat quietly in the back seat while the cab driver struggled to see ahead, the windshield wipers moving wildly like they were trying to fight the storm. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. Cold air from the storm crept through the cracks of her coat. Her suitcase sat beside her, and in her coat pocket was her passport and a one-way ticket to Florence a place that felt so far away, she thought to herself.She wasn’t just running away.She was escaping.There’s a big difference.Escaping from Damien Blackwood’s cruelty. From Katherina’s hateful whispers and betrayal. From all the lies, the mind games, and the constant feeling that her life was being controlled by people who smiled sweetly while hiding sharp, bloodstained teeth.Her lips trembled as she whispered a prayer through clenched tee

The boardroom gleamed with glass and steel, every shiny surface catching the light like a sharp blade.Amelia Blackwood stood at the head of the table, her back straight and face unreadable.Her power wasn’t loud it was quiet, controlled, and dangerous.Behind her, the Blackwood Industries crest shone like a crown she had claimed for herself.“Agenda item one,” she said calmly, “Immediate removal of redundant executives and a full audit of our international branches.”Silence filled the room not respectful, but heavy with fear and bruised pride.A grey-haired man at the far end of the table cleared his throat.“Chairwoman Blackwood,” he said, the title catching in his throat like broken glass, “is this a restructuring… or a purge?”She gave a cold smile. “Call it whatever helps you sleep at night. I call it cutting company costs.”No one said a word after that.Behind her calm eyes, the war had already begun.Katherina had forced her into the spotlight spreading whispers meant to spar