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

“How much did you pay Levi Snow to help you put on this little charade? “You think this is enough to provoke me? Well, congratulations, it worked! Now get the hell out of that car!” I reached into my bag and retrieved the marriage license. Calm and collected, I said, “This isn’t an act.” That simple sentence shattered whatever composure he had left. “You think marrying him will get back at me? You’re a woman I’ve discarded after having used up—someone who had even had a miscarriage. How long do you think Levi Snow will keep you around? “You’re nothing but a tool he’s using to disgust me! When he has had his fill, let’s see where you go crying next!”

Upstairs on the second floor, the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom grated on my nerves. I pressed my fingers to my aching temples and took in the familiar sight of the house. Then it hit me—I was back! I was reborn! My gaze was locked on the bedroom upstairs, rage burning in my eyes. That shameless Sephine Fidel! She'd brought her side piece home and had me take the fall. In my past life, I'd forgotten a file at home. I'd jumped in a cab and returned home to grab it, only to walk in on my sister-in-law, Sephine Fidel, mid-affair.

revenge didn’t feel satisfying. “No.” Hannah shook her head. “Are you sure?” Hannah looked intently at her husband. “I have you. Revenge would only taint my heart. I’d constantly think of ways to destroy them. I might not even have time to pay attention to you.” Alden held both of Hannah’s hands, gently kissing the backs of her hands alternately. “That’s my girl,” Alden whispered. “It’s okay if I want to forget everything and live my days with you, right?”

“For me? Suddenly you know what’s right for me? When you can’t even open up to me? When you’ve been hiding things, keeping me in the dark?” His eyes darkened, but his voice was still so calm. “I’m doing this because I promised to help you get your revenge. I want you to be able to take what’s yours and I have no plan of going back on my word. I have given it a deep thought and us getting married will be our first step towards your revenge.”

That wasn’t an answer. But before she could press further, Ethan slid a document toward her. A contract. At the very top were three words. Marriage Agreement. Her pulse quickened. “This is crazy.” “Perhaps.” He looked directly into her eyes. “But tell me, Amelia.” His voice dropped lower. “What better revenge is there than becoming Mrs. Blackwood?” Amelia’s breath caught. For the first time that night, she found herself speechless.

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.

“Cancel the marriage, Adrain keeps bothering you, besides the marriage strengthens your stake. Think about it well!” I stared at him, confused. Confused on why he refused to play along and somehow just showed up catching me unawares and even more confused on why he’s insisting on the continuity fake marriage, he had been receiving serious backlash from netizens since the news came out, so why would he want this? “I don’t understand.” I whispered, very lost. “Don’t think too much of it!” He said. I sighed and exhaled deeply. “Fine” “The fake marriage story continues!”

Every detail, from the intricate flower arrangements to the beautiful golden drapes decorating the walls, had been meticulously planned and executed by me and my team. I puffed out a huge breath, a wave of satisfaction washing over me. I was so happy and it wasn’t just about the event. It was everything this moment represented. Four years ago, I was just a woman broken by love and betrayal, walking aimlessly down a street with nothing but a suitcase and a shattered heart. Now, I was the CEO of *Isabel Interiors*, a name that boldly represented luxury and elegance. I have been opportuned to design some of the most lavish events across the globe, and my client list was filled with so many elit

The last words she spoke to me in the hospital began to replay in my head, "In your next life, don't be so kind." "It would be best to listen to what she says, right?" I asked. "You look beautiful. It's good to always listen to our mother, they know the best for us." "Sure," she unfolded the cotton, revealing me to Zayn to take a look "Doesn't the bride look so beautiful?" one of the workers threw the question at him. He nodded. "It looks nice. Should we get going then?" I know I can't proceed with this marriage. I didn't know how or why this had happened, but I knew one thing for sure: I couldn't waste this opportunity. I had to take back my revenge on them all and he is going to be the fir

“He sold you because I made him. Twenty years ago, your family destroyed mine. Your father ordered the hit that killed my mother. I’ve waited years for this. For you.” She froze in my arms, eyes flying open. I kissed her again, slow and possessive, my hand gently stroking her back. “But here’s the twist, little wife… I don’t just want revenge anymore. I want you. And I’m never letting you go.” Her breathing hitched. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Outside, the estate was quiet. Inside this room, the real war had only just begun. And I couldn’t wait to see what my beautiful, broken bride would do next.