A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

“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.

“I’m nervous about seeing my aunt again. I shouldn’t be, right? But I am. I don’t know how to explain everything to her. I mean, for the longest time I thought the Bennetts were my family. I totally forgot that they’re not. And that I was keeping my real family away. I just… I hope I’m not making a mistake.” He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. Just listens. “This is not a mistake,” he says. “And I know you’re scared of putting your aunt in danger. But you’re not. Nothing bad has happened. Nothing bad is going to happen. You’re going to get your revenge, you’re going to take everything back. And Brian is going to realise exactly what kind of mess he created.” I nod. Because I have to believe hi

“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

And she would take one step closer to revenge before the night ended. Lucas Kane watched from the far end of the room. He remained hidden in plain sight, blending with the crowd, his dark eyes following her with precision. He did not interfere; he waited. Ava had made her move by approaching him earlier, but this was the critical moment. She would allow the wedding to proceed, let Mark taste his victory, feel the security of his conquest, and then—she would vanish like a shadow. And Lucas would be there to ensure she disappeared without leaving a trace.

I yank her arm so that she is pressed flushed on the seat beside me, “I said, you don’t get to mention that name.” “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Nico,” she deadpans, “you lost that right when you decided to – huh.” She cuts herself off, her eyes roaming my face, “It’s not going to be the same anymore, dear husband.” I feel her hand trail down the buttons of my shirt slowly, teasing as she whispers. “Not going to be the same.” “What are you doing, Brianna,” I snarl. “Just curious,” her eyes meet mine, their shape taking on a doe-like fashion. “I never actually touched you before.”