A Bride's Revenge No Longer The Backup Novels & Stories

Alexander lifted his gaze from his phone and studied her for a moment before placing it on the table. “Our wedding is in a few days,” he said, leaning back against the couch. “I thought I'd check on my bride.” Sophia stared at him, then slowly rolled her eyes as she walked farther into the room. “Check on me?” she repeated, dropping her handbag onto a nearby chair. “Do I look like I need supervision?” A faint smile appeared on Alexander's face as he watched her take off her heels. “No. You look like someone who has forgotten she has a wedding coming up.”

ㅤ [WEDDING OF THE YEAR IS RUINED WITH A VIDEO OF THE UNFAITHFUL BRIDE] ㅤ Really… the plan couldn't have come out better. Eleonor just never thought that revenge, which everyone seeks so badly, would taste so bittersweet.

"Please hear me out." "I'm listening." She turned to fully face me. "It had better be worth my time." "Maybe you're not informed but I am not Kelan's original bride..the bride.." I stuttered then picked up. "..the bride was kidnapped and Jason asked me to play her role while he go in search of her. I wasn't..the wedding.. it's a mistake. I am Jason's fiancee." I caught my reflection on the wall, my cheeks were burning in tears.

I wasn’t the naive bride who clutched ultrasound pictures with trembling fingers and whispered promises to a child who’d never take a breath. I wasn’t the girl who bled on marble floors while her husband fucked her sister. I was something else now. I was sharper, colder and very much more calculated. The week began tomorrow, and the curtain would rise. My part was written, rehearsed, sealed with a signature. This just might be my call to redemption...or rather revenge. If so...then the stage was set for a performance they’d never recover from.

In as much as she really wanted to avenge her father’s death, she still wished she could go back in time, when she didn’t know Eric was a bad person, and also when she didn’t know about this dark world. She scanned the perimeter, men at the entrances, eyes never leaving the crowd, others tucked behind pillars and trees, silent but ready. Each of them was a reminder that this wasn’t a celebration, it was a battlefield draped in silk. She adjusted her sundress, her fingers brushing the fabric nervously. And then the awaited time came. “Does anyone present here has reasons why this couple shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” At that moment, the bride and

Spencer chuckled. Lois glared at him. "What I failed to tell you is our marriage is contractual. We made a business agreement out of marriage." Spencer nearly choked on his drink and coughed it out. "What!? What deal did you agreed with her?" "I will help her get revenge against her family. In exchange, I will be her backer. That's why Luxuria existed in the first place. If she succeeds our marriage will end. I get Fontana and Luxuria while she gets nothing."

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.

Because I finally I was finally free, I had said goodbye, I had looked into his eyes and saw nothing. I remembered...I was not here to rekindle our relationship. I was not here to remind him that I loved him. Or to remind myself that I loved him. Or for this marriage. Or our past. Or anything tied to “us.” I was here to get what was owed to me. To get back my father’s property. To reclaim what was taken from me. And if, in the end, I get my revenge? Then all the better. After today, I know that I would love nothing but to see him hurt just as much as he did me.

He’d paid for her kidney transplant, the most urgent surgery, not the bone marrow transplant she needed, or the physiotherapy she had to get if she would walk again. “Once you sign the marriage contract to Jake, a hundred thousand dollars would be deposited into your account to complete your sister’s medical bills. The last clause is you can’t tell anything of what had been said here to anyone, least of all to Jake. He has to believe you’re getting married to him because you’ve fallen for him. I see the glances you both shoot each other when you think no one is watching, Jo, you’ll be fine.” The attorney finished, shut his file and got up. How the freaking heck was I going to be fine? He’d s

W‍e had be​en through tw‌o lives o⁠f pain to get to‌ t‌his moment. "Where is‍ the l‍ittle one?" he asked. ‌"Sleeping," I said. "For the first time in h‌is life, he’s in a room tha⁠t belongs to‌ hi​m." We wal‍k⁠ed inside tog​ether. The hou‍se w‍as full of ligh‌t. I fe⁠lt like the Reborn Bride ha‌d f‍inally found her ho‌me. I sat down a​t my desk and opened my lapto‌p.⁠ I had one‍ last thing to do. I dele‍ted the vide‍o file fr⁠om the memory card. The evidence had⁠ been giv‍en to the p⁠olic⁠e, and I didn't‍ want to see that balcony ever again.‍