All Chapters of Revenge of the billionaire’s betrayed bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fidelia pushed open the door of her fiancé’s house, her wedding gown sweeping the floor like some ridiculous, overpriced fairytale costume she had been stupid enough to believe in.She had come to surprise him — to show Silas how sexy and glowing she looked in this dress before heading home. They were supposed to get married the next morning, after all. She wasn’t even supposed to see him tonight, but here she was anyway, playing the lovesick fool. Surprise, babe. Look at your future wife.The next thing she heard was laughter. And moans. Filthy, rhythmic moans coming from deeper inside the house.Her stomach dropped so fast she almost stumbled in her heels. Why am I hearing a familiar voice…? Is that not the sound of… She followed the sounds anyway, because apparently she enjoyed torturing herself. The moans grew louder, cruder, each one carving into her chest like a knife.She walked through the hallway in her pristine white wedding gown, the fabric dragging behind her like it was

Fidelia’s body lay still on the cold hospital floor, blood pooling beneath her cracked skull like some sick, dramatic painting she never asked to star in but the time it wasn’t painting it was her blood.For a moment, no one moved.Alice’s gasp was pure theater. Bridget’s hand flew to her mouth — but her eyes stayed ice-cold, calculating. Silas just stared at the spreading blood on the white tiles, his jaw tight like he was more annoyed than worried.“What did you just do Bridget? That’s wasn’t necessary”“Oh please, like it was intentional”Still no one moved to help her. Of course they didn’t.Fidelia felt extreme pain ripping through her. Her head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, her entire body screamed, and she could feel life slipping away like sand through her fingers.This can’t be how it ends. Not like this. Not because of them.She could hear the distant wail of an ambulance siren. It seemed like after all the drama they had called an ambulance for Fidelia.S

Fidelia woke with a violent gasp, her lungs burning as if she had truly been drowning all over again. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it wanted to escape this nightmare.Her hands flew to her face, frantically feeling for the oxygen mask that wasn’t there. She pressed a palm to her chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat. She gulped down air desperately, trying to steady herself.‘I’m alive. I’m breathing. I can’t believe it.’The prayer she had screamed in those final moments — begging for one more chance — had actually been answered. Someone up there must have a sense of humor.She snatched her phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up.4th of November 2024.WHAT!!!The phone slipped from her trembling fingers.November 2024. Eight whole months before the wedding. Eight months before Bridget yanked her hair and cracked her skull. Eight months before Silas stood over her hospital bed and pulled the oxygen mask off like it was nothing.She had traveled back in time. Eight mon

Fidelia had sealed the deal with Mia, but of course it wasn’t that easy. Nothing ever was. Fidelia didn’t expect easy anymore, not after dying once at the hands of the people who were supposed to love her.She needed Mia to trust her completely, so she promised she was going to send a gift to her before the agreed time. She was from a wealthy family, sure, but she was only the eldest daughter in public. Meanwhile, she had no real position in the company. She had limited access to money and property, but she would make it work. She always found a way.While driving, Fidelia finally decided her next stop. She went shopping for outfits she would wear on her dates — the kind that would help her play the game she now controlled. She only bought three complete sets before she moved on and entered a computer café.She needed to fulfill her promise. The promise she had made to show her first ally exactly what she could do.When she entered, she scanned around and saw that there were a lot of

Then she closed the screen of his phone. Billy was quite worried and scared that he stood far away from his phone. After a while, he moved closer, switched it open, and unlocked it with his fingerprints.Right after using his fingerprints, the phone started acting up again. This time, it wasn’t his Instagram — it was his bank account. The fingerprints he had just used gave Fidelia access to his bank account. She had copied them, so she could use them to open his bank account.As she did that, she wiped out half of what he had for allowances and savings. Billy was seeing what was happening and he was screaming, trying to stop it as he continuously tapped on the screen. Then he smashed his phone on the ground, hoping it would stop, but it was already too late. The money had gone — and just like that, it was sitting in one of Fidelia’s burner accounts.Her hands went back on the keyboard as she continued typing, focusing on the screen. She kept on typing as if she was searching for somet