A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

My wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but now it's a nightmare. I hail a taxi and give the driver the address of the hotel Henry booked for our honeymoon. I'm going to make Henry pay for everything he's done to me. Throughout the drive, all I can think about is revenge. How I'm going to go about it tonight, I don't know but I'm going to do it regardless. I take off the detachable mermaid tail from my wedding dress, transforming it into a short dress and drop it in the passenger seat. When I reach the hotel, I realize I've got no money to pay the cab driver so I give him my gold bracelet as payment.

Mode of transportation and plane tickets are not a problem since we decide to use Brian’s private jet. ’Goodbye Miami’ I whisper to myself as I stare at the place where I have had all my happy moments and fair share of problems too, the place that had been my home. I am leaving the place to move on from some people but I am never going to leave the memories. I just need a fresh start but I sure as hell will keep the memories locked up deep within me and I will unleash them when the time to satiate my burning desire for revenge is up. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

The hotel room smelled like lies. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for forty-seven minutes. The wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. White silk. Pearls. A costume for a bride who did not exist. I counted the minutes on the digital clock. Red numbers. The same red as my mother's nail polish in the photograph hidden in my suitcase. The contract waited on the bedside table. Four pages. Legal jargon. A marriage agreement between Victor Thorne's daughter and Rex Marchetti. I picked up the pen.

The Cross Empire tower was a morgue. The wedding of the century had imploded. The press was camped outside like vultures. And Liam Cross, the man who was supposed to be on a honeymoon in Bora Bora, was sitting in his office, staring at a wall of rain. Vanessa walked in. She was wearing white. A deliberate choice. A subliminal message. I am here. I am clean. I am the one who stayed. She had won. Aurora Vale was gone. The path was clear.

The only person I wanted to be with. I hated Briana..Bianca or whatever her name was. I didn't want to marry her but I had to. I need a heir and a 'capable' Donna. Britney seemed to...have all the necessary qualities, unfortunately. I've been trying to look for Lea but in vain. Even Alessio tried but failed. I regretted whatever I said four years ago deeply. Damn it! If I could go back in the past and change it, hell I'd do it for anything in this world.

I sat very still, watching my own hands like they belonged to someone else. "If you go through with whatever he's proposing … and I know him well enough to guess what that is … you're not going to save yourself. You're going to become a headline. His headline. He'll get his revenge and you'll be the collateral everyone remembers, the wife who ran off with her husband's enemy the same week the fraud broke. Nobody's going to ask who told the truth first. They're just going to ask why you couldn't wait a week to find out."

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.

''' I need to get powerful alright, and by doing that, it would make me get revenge on them and. ‘’So,’’ I interrupted her. ‘’you want to get married to me because you want to get revenge on your sister and her boyfriend?’’ She shifted again on her seat, clenched her fists, unclenched, and rolled her head backward for a moment, and then her eyes met with mine again. ‘’Look, you don’t have to…’’ she stopped talking when I stood up and looked behind her at the paparazzi outside the restaurant with their cameras at us. She followed my gaze and tried to look back, but I stopped her by blocking her view and leaning closer. She seemed startled initially, but I leaned in closer and whispered into h

the woman said, setting the bag on the nearby table. Preston's arms loosened around me, and I took the opportunity to slide off his lap, my legs slightly unsteady. The woman left as quietly as she'd come, closing the door behind her. "What's this?" I asked, moving toward the bag. "Open it." I pulled out the tissue paper carefully, revealing a dress that made me catch my breath. It was a silver mermaid gown, the fabric shimmering like liquid mercury. The bodice was fitted with delicate beading that caught the light, and the skirt flared dramatically at the knees.

My eyes stayed fixed on the body in front of me. The face was swollen beyond recognition. Cuts covered what little skin had been left untouched. One arm was wrapped in thick bandages, and the hair was matted and stained with dried blood. The attendant looked at me. "Can you identify her, sir?" My jaw tightened. My eyes dropped to the bracelet still resting around her wrist, the same design as the necklace I had just seen sitting inside that evidence bag minutes ago. I nodded once. "That's my wife," I said. The attendant covered the body again without another word.