A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

- 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.

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

"Adrian, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just passing and I accidentally.." "That vase," Mira cut in from behind him, voice sweet and poisonous at the same time, "is worth millions. Sir Adrian won it at a Paris auction and you just shattered it like it was nothing." She wasn't even talking to me. She was talking at me. Like I was entertainment. Adrian grabbed me by my hair before I could say another word. I felt the pull first, sharp and sudden, then I was stumbling upward, my knees scraping the floor. "Adrian, please,"

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

Was that a cracked, crying laugh I heard slipping through her tone? Maybe the reflection wasn't showing me her true reaction, so I turned around slowly to face her. Looking directly into her eyes, I saw unmistakable signs of redness and moisture. The moment she realized I was catching on, she blinked the tears away rapidly. But a small sob broke through her voice when she spoke again. “I really want this for you, Bri,” she confessed, using the back of her hand to wipe at the tears spilling down her cheeks. “I really want this marriage for you. For him, for your family to be happy, for him to be happy, and especially for you, Bri.” Her voice cracked completely. “For you to be happy in life, i

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.

I scoffed with a deep exhale. “The funniest part of this whole story is, Lenny doesn’t even want to be with Brett. She’d kill to be with Adrian and I mean this very literally,” she continued. “After I got married to Adrian, he would literally bring her over and smash her on our matrimonial bed!” She added as she took another sip from her cup. I narrowed my brows and turned to her almost immediately. What did she mean by after I got married, the marriage was literally three days ago and it didn’t happen.

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 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."