A Bride's Revenge No Longer The Backup Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Your sister is the breadwinner of this family, and all you are is a laibility clarice so for once in your life do something for this family” “I'm seventeen and I'm still in school mum, this child marriage “i stood my ground refusing to be used as a bargaining tool “you're 18 today clarice” Nora said Before I could react, my mum grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. “Mom, please—!” I cried, kicking shouting but her grip only tightened I turned to Nora, desperate. She looked at me this time. Her eyes were filled with guilt. But she didn’t move. She didn’t say a word.

Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back. When my screaming and fighting all went futile I resolved to plead. “Tell me what’s going on, please.” Ava moved out and whispered something to the one heading the wedding. “I'm sorry ma'am but you can't be here? The wedding must go on—-” I snapped, my anger having the best of me.

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

"You are such a selfish, arrogant and rude personDon't you have a heart???. No one's gonna love or marry a person like you." "Why don't you look at yourself first before judging another person???, You are a stupid and rufey lady who don't know how to speak to people, First learn how to speak I would never marry a person like you and even if you were the last person left on earth I would never marry you." Suddenly two guards headed towards me, I left his hand because I didn't want any trouble. If I get into any trouble my step mother would take advantage of it. So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger.

But here I am, about to do exactly that. The sound of applause swells and then fades into a distant hum as I walk toward the arbor. My gaze locks onto the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Dante's. Today, I’ll become his bride—not because we’re in love, but because life demands sacrifices. I’m doing this for my father. To see him stand tall again, to restore the pride and strength he once carried. To help him rebuild what was lost. And, perhaps most satisfyingly, for revenge—revenge against Liam and Clara.

It was a deep, possessive one, heavy with danger and the taste of blood. The guests applauded, their clapping mixed with fear and awe. At the reception after the wedding, Eugene kept his arm around my waist the entire time. Whenever someone came to toast us, he would step in smoothly. He said, "My love has an injured throat. She shouldn't drink." He remembered. He remembered the burn left behind by that poisoned wine. At 2 a.m., we returned to the bridal suite at the Corleone estate. Eugene removed his jacket and loosened his tie, then turned to face me.

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

Ariana's POV I was just getting started. The same way they were shocked about my return, that was how my next move was going to throw them off balance. The plan is simple. Get Isabella and break her against her will. Then, I will fold my hands and watch her carefully constructed empire fall apart. It sounded so easy as I thought of it but nothing about this felt simple to execute. Despite the revenge I was planning against these folks, the memories of Zayde and everything we had kept haunting me like a ghost when I least expected it.

“What's going on, Nico? I thought you said she was dead? Did you fucking lie to me just to get my sympathy? Would you really go to such absurd lengths?” “I don't know. I'm just as surprised as everyone else in this room. She was supposed to be dead,” I said, instantly regretting the words because it made it sound like I actually wanted her dead, or like I had something to do with it in the first place. “Yes, I was… supposed to be dead. But clearly, I'm not,” Brianna said, her voice dripping with venom. “How could I possibly miss my own husband's wedding to my best friend? Or whatever the hell this is?” She settled her gaze around the room before landing it squarely on Brenda, who had shrunke