A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

“It looks elegant. Not too overwhelming.” Chatrine was reviewing the designs when she heard her. Without thinking, she looked up. “That is too simple for a bride.” The words escaped before she could stop them. Eva froze. The atmosphere instantly changed. Chatrine realized her mistake. Too late. The gown was meant for a bride. But Eva still believed she was only preparing for a fake engagement. Slowly, Eva turned toward her. Her eyes widened. “Bride?” Chatrine tried to recover. “I mean... for an important event like this, every woman should look special, even if it is only...”

Brian commanded, his tone sharp and authoritative. However, Ariana made no move to comply. Seeing her defiance, Brian stepped forward. But before he could reach her, Ariana darted behind Victor, her body trembling as though in terror. Her large eyes brimmed with tears, glistening as though she were on the verge of breaking down. The sight of her pitiful expression immediately invoked sympathy from the onlookers. Victor observed her performance with a faint, amused smirk. Whispers ripped through the crowd. "I've heard rumors that Mr. Lodge doesn't like his fiancée, but I didn't think he was abusive!"

Adam stared at me. “What?” I took a slow breath. Then I spoke the words that shooked the entire room. “I can’t marry you.” A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the guests. Adam’s face went pale. “Astrid… what are you doing?” I met his gaze calmly. “This wedding is cancelled.” Gasps filled the cathedral. Behind me, I could feel Miley’s stunned silence. Adam’s expression twisted with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh,” I said quietly. “I’m very serious.” And just like that… My revenge officially began.

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive. Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.

I was a survivor of a life I had once allowed to crush me. "Are you ready?" Xavier whispered, offering me his arm. "I've been ready for a year, Xavier. Maybe longer." As we walked down the grand staircase of our private estate, the elite of the world rose to their feet. This wasn't just a wedding; it was the coronation of a new era. We had turned a betrayal into a multi-billion dollar empire. As we stood at the altar, I didn't look at the flowers or the celebrity guests. I looked into Xavier’s grey eyes the eyes that had stayed constant even when I was too blind to see them.

She nodded but as she walked off, I added, “As a matter of fact, bring the entire bottle.” I looked away and called Billy but there was still no answer, neither did his wife pick up the phone. Then I recalled how Elley, Pete’s wife, was staring at me that evening and I smirked, If I get with his wife, that would be the best revenge, wouldn’t it? I laughed and excited collected the glass from the maid, and sipped a drink while I rubbed my hands together like birdman and got to work. I texted and called and the second time was the charm because she answered on the second ring.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.