Novel & Cerita A Bride's Revenge No Longer The Backup

- I told you to get out of here! 'But, Megan…' Missy whimpered softly. - No biggie, Missy! – Her sister roared, possessed – There's only half an hour left for the wedding and this idiot just can't understand that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding ?! As if it wasn't bad enough the two of you spent the entire night banging the bed against the wall last night. – Megan sneered, making Missy blush.

“So, what I’m planning to do is pretend that I didn’t know about their affair, and while I’m at it. I’ll gather pieces of evidence that will expose them both.” Revan remained silent and listened to her plan unfold. Citrine, as far as he recalls, was a cunning person whose personality was unpredictable and difficult to decipher. She’s someone you don’t want to be an enemy of because she’s capable of anything when provoked. He thought she could be very useful. “My revenge was a little excessive, but I plan to expose them during my wedding. Then you’ll show up and replace Gael as my groom.” Revan raised an eyebrow in amusement at her plan. “This is what happens when you watch too much drama, bu

Social media was ripping him apart, for abandoning his pregnant wife, for marrying another woman and then trying to steal the child, for everything he had done to Scarlett. For once, public opinion was on her side. Scarlett leaned against the counter, scrolling through the news and headlines, her nails tapping lightly against the marble surface. Genevieve, watching her reaction, let out a small laugh. "Looks like your ex is finally getting what he deserves." Scarlett barely looked up. "Mm. It’s satisfying, isn’t it?" Genevieve tilted her head, watching her with interest and then, she smirked. "You know," she mused, running a finger along the glass display case, "Daniel Carter’s little fraud

She said you would be more comfortable. I did not feel comfortable. I felt exposed. My phone was gone. My clothes were gone. My knife was gone. Where is my phone? Rex swung his legs out of bed. Stood. He wore only boxer briefs. Low on his hips. I looked away. Then looked back. I was not a child. I was a married woman in a marriage I had chosen for revenge. I took it, he said. You will get it back when I decide you can be trusted.

Even Ethan, flustered and overwhelmed, was running around making sure everything was going smoothly. But despite all the chaos, nothing could distract Claire from the real moment. The one that sealed her fate. “You may now kiss the bride.” A hush fell over the room. Claire’s breath caught as Gordon leaned in. His lips brushed against hers barely there, yet enough to send a shock through her. The cameras flashed. The guests cheered. And just like that… Claire Donovan was now Claire Blake. A wife. A billionaire’s bride. And completely unaware of the storm that was about to come.

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."

I turned immediately and ran out of tears, blurring my vision, and in that moment I made a vow—a vow to break his heart and make him regret every word he spoke to me. ****** The towering glass of the tall skyscraper seemed to mock me. I'd come a long way from the insecure girl I was in high school, and now here I am years later. I glanced down at my hands, which were wrapped tightly together, as though they could somehow steady my racing heart. I've waited years preparing for this moment, but now that I was finally here, I could feel the weight of reality settling down heavily on me. I adjusted my blazer one last time, taking a deep breath. This wasn't just about getting the job; this was ab

I frowned and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm here to get married as well, so step aside—I'm going in!" Winnie gathered up her wedding gown and marched over to me, unable to hide the sheer jealousy and hatred in her eyes. "Why have you always been taking things from me since childhood, Hannah? I can let you have the wedding gown, but I will never let you have Mason!" That single sentence caused a collective gasp to echo through the crowd. "What's going on here? Did the eldest daughter of the Lowe family actually steal the wedding gown, and now she's going after the groom as well?"