A Vengeful Bride Ashley Mu Novels & Stories

“What exactly do you want, Fidelia? Just tell us.” That voice and tone sounded like desperation laced with defeat. Fidelia smiled, sweet and slow. “What I want is already happening. You’re going to attend the wedding. You’re going to smile, nod, and hand over your fake blessings. Then, when the cameras are off and the guests are gone, you’ll stay quiet. No stunts. No sabotages. Nothing.” Bridget scoffed. “You can’t control us forever.” “I don’t need to,” Fidelia replied, turning toward her room with quiet, fierce satisfaction. ‘Watch me rise while you rot.’

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined the proud Montclair family bowing before someone they believed to be an ordinary woman. “What’s the second thing you want?” Old madam Eleanor asked as she slowly lifted her head. To her, bowing was nothing compared to the guilt she had carried inside her for five years. Ever since Ashley disappeared, she had prayed for the chance to see her again and beg for her forgiveness. If fulfilling Ashley’s demands would ease even a fraction of that guilt, then she was willing to pay the price. Ashley looked directly at the Montclairs before speaking. “My second condition is simple… Vanessa’s shares of the company as well as that of Beatrice’s and Julian

After hanging up, I turned to Ashley, who was still shrieking. "What did you say your husband's name was?" I asked. "Trevor Brooks from Northstar Capital?" Thinking I was afraid, Ashley lifted her chin triumphantly, carelessly brandishing the shard of glass right in front of my face. "What? Regretting your choices now? Let me tell you something. My husband has connections in Jevron that a low-life peasant like you couldn't even dream of! If you beg for my forgiveness right now, I might actually consider letting you off the hook."

Probably because I needed answers. She looked impossibly small in my bed as I stared down at her. I still couldn't get my mind past the fact that she was here. The ash barrier was designed to trap my demons inside during the red moon — to prevent them from leaving the castle and massacring half the pack and at the same time, no one from outside could step in. Even my strongest warriors couldn’t cross it. Only I could — and only when I was fully stable, yet she had crossed it. I searched for my phone, then dialed Zane after I found it. It took him longer to answer, but he did.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Her fingers curled slowly into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. This body had suffered. This soul had endured. The body had died. Pain had carved itself into her in ways that no one else could see, no matter how closely they looked. But this time... Her gaze hardened, sharpening into something dangerous and vengeful. Her first goal after rebirth had been achieved. She had successfully married Lucian Hale. The realization settled in her chest, heavy and solid and undeniable. Not as a fantasy... Not merely as a strategy. But as reality.

“You’re disturbingly observant.” “I’m bored, Xavier. I notice things.” “Fine. What’s the move?” “You start a fight. Loud. Wild. You yell, throw things, maybe fake a seizure—whatever. Meanwhile, I’ll grab the keys.” “And then?” “We run. Kill if we have to. But we get out.” I nodded slowly. “You think she’s still here?” Asher’s face twisted. “You mean your little forbidden bride? Maybe. Or maybe she’s too busy getting fitted for a white dress while we rot.”

Her eyes scanned the words, but her breath caught on a single sentence. "A legally binding partnership between Adrian Carter and Scarlett Deveraux with the purpose of dismantling Daniel Carter, Liam Deveraux and Amelia Deveraux, by any means necessary." Scarlett’s fingers tightened around the paper. “You… want revenge.” Adrian’s smirk deepened. “I’ve spent years building my empire, waiting for the right moment to destroy him.” His gaze darkened. “And now? That moment is here.” Scarlett swallowed. “Why me?” Adrian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His voice dropped to something dangerous, knowing.