A Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

She heard the roar, just as she began to feel the presence of a third person in the room. She slowly brought her arms down, and opened her eyes to see the knight in shining armor. The man she had married. He was staring at her father with such rage that she knew if this was another person he probably would have beat them up bloody. “Come to me, Ophelia,” Blaine said, without turning to look at her. “If you dare,” her father said. But she dared. She was not so foolish not to grab her only lifeline. She staggered up to her feet and ran to stand behind her husband.

Just the way she chopped the length of this dress, she minced away my emotions and devotion to fall in love. The bridal ensemble was a signature of aspiration, and I could see how Reile loaded me with the burden. Her freedom will be my suffocation. Her choices will be my suffering. My teary eyes just wanted to ask her why she pushed me into this fire of facade. But then I remember it’s the deal with these devils. If someone has an axe to grind, they do something for selfish reasons. Reile successfully made the replaced bride look worthy of the things that don’t belong to her.

I sat on the cold ground with the hem of my wedding dress covered in soil. Brandon Fuller looked down at me aloofly. “Aspen, do you know how pathetic you look right now? You’re such an idiot! Do you really think I’ll marry you today?” I heard snorts and snickers behind me. Everyone was watching and laughing at this. Brandon said with sharp eyes, “But I have completed my revenge. Aspen, this is the last time I’m going to do this to you! I’ll marry you next time.”

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

he said. His voice dropped. Colder. Sharper. More dangerous. “I was supposed to strip you of everything.” The words hit instantly. Her parents froze. Completely. Their expressions changed. Fear. Real fear. For the first time— Aria saw it. “You deceived me,” Adrian continued, his tone steady. “You thought I wouldn’t notice that the bride you gave me was not the one promised.” His grip on Aria tightened slightly. Not hurting. But firm. Unyielding.

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

His bride would be my new souvenir. Sylvia Browne, the American waitress who squandered Laila’s fortune on jewels, furs, and designer clothes, was well known to me. Revenge was finally at my fingertips. In order to become a rich baroness in the eyes of the world, the little gold digger had just lied her way through the most sacred vows of a marriage ceremony. Rather than working her way out of poverty, she had lied about it. That was all I required to seek vengeance on both of them.

She didn’t say a word. She just watched. My heart shattered. My mother shoved me into the car and slammed the door shut. “Take her away,” she ordered coldly. “No! Mom, I don’t want to go!” I begged, hitting the window. But she had already turned her back, and walked away She didn’t even look back. --- I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked like a perfect bride. Beautiful and elegant But her red, swollen eyes told the truth. She was broken.

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."

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.