A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

She isn't just a bride; she’s the reckoning. She descends the stairs, her eyes locked on Sebastian. He looks up, a shark-like grin spreading across his face. "Ah, the blushing bride," Sebastian calls out, his voice booming through the hollow penthouse. "Come, Olivia. Let’s talk about your father. I’ve been dying to tell you a story about how he really spent his final days." As Olivia reaches the bottom step, she sees Aiden emerging from the shadow of the hallway, his face a mask of cold fury. He looks from his father to Olivia, his hand tightening into a fist.

I hadn't expected the sheer weight of so many eyes landing on me at once, a physical pressure against my skin the moment I crossed the threshold. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through tall grass. "She's gorgeous." "There's no doubt he'll pick her." "Even if he doesn't, she'll be my daughter-in-law one day, mark my words." Somewhere to my left, a woman hissed something less kind under her breath, and another laughed sharply in response. I kept my chin high and my expression carefully unreadable, the same mask I'd worn through years of missions far more dangerous than a room full of hopeful brides — even as my pulse hammered beneath my ribs harder than it had during the entire br

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a

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

Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back. When my screaming and fighting all went futile I resolved to plead. “Tell me what’s going on, please.” Ava moved out and whispered something to the one heading the wedding. “I'm sorry ma'am but you can't be here? The wedding must go on—-” I snapped, my anger having the best of me.

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.

“What's going on, Nico? I thought you said she was dead? Did you fucking lie to me just to get my sympathy? Would you really go to such absurd lengths?” “I don't know. I'm just as surprised as everyone else in this room. She was supposed to be dead,” I said, instantly regretting the words because it made it sound like I actually wanted her dead, or like I had something to do with it in the first place. “Yes, I was… supposed to be dead. But clearly, I'm not,” Brianna said, her voice dripping with venom. “How could I possibly miss my own husband's wedding to my best friend? Or whatever the hell this is?” She settled her gaze around the room before landing it squarely on Brenda, who had shrunke

Eugene Corleone said with an amused edge to his voice, "do you still want to marry me, Ms. Colombo?" I looked at myself in the mirror, at the burn marks on my throat left by the poison, and at the eyes that could no longer shed tears. I said, "I want it even more now because only you can give me real revenge." On the other end of the line, I heard the soft clink of a glass being set down. Eugene replied, "Tomorrow night at ten at the east cemetery of the Lucchese estate. Seventh row, third headstone, the one engraved with these words: Angela Lucchese, my love. Wear black and come alone. If you're followed, I'll watch you die."

There was no sign of my half-sister, Vanessa. “You may now kiss the bride” The officiant announced with a huge smile and both Sebastian and I stepped forward simultaneously. I was confused by how fast everything was going. “They are going to sense your hesitation” he whispered as he leaned forward. His lips brushed against my lips softly and I shivered slightly. It was then I realized that I was afraid, because of his threat and also because of the weird reaction his lips stirred inside me. I don't know what I expected but his lips were surprisingly soft and warm, not as cold as his heart was.