A Vengeful Bride Ashley Mu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Standing there, she exuded an air of regality, like an untouchable queen glowing with a brilliance I had never seen before. My breath caught for a moment. Was this really the same woman who used to wander around the Alpha Manor in stiff office attire, always buried in account books and herbal remedies? These days, I couldn't stop the memories of her from creeping into my mind. I kept thinking about how she used to be utterly devoted to me, the way she brewed those herbal concoctions with such care, and how her body once belonged only to me. But everything shattered a few days ago when I felt that searing pain at the back of my neck where my mark once was. At that moment, my blood was set abl

Mira stood next to me in a black dress, her hand slipping into mine the moment the first camera turned in our direction. Whenever another camera pointed toward us, she gently rubbed the back of my hand. Anyone watching from home would have believed she was simply comforting a grieving husband. The minister stepped forward. "We are gathered here today to say our final goodbye to Aysha Hayes." The crowd lowered their heads. I stayed still, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, my mind drifting back to the wedding twelve years ago, to a version of myself that had once meant every word he said standing at an altar just like this one.

She's not a big star yet, she can't act in this one, can't accept that one, which crew would dare to use a picky rookie like her? Besides, why should Morgan care about her? Did he forget that she was just his agreed wife, and their marriage was fake, not to mention it was not made public, so it wouldn't affect his influence on the Blackstorm family's reputation at all. Ashley clearly knows what she should do, she wants to be popular, and she needs to be strong enough, only in this way can she avenge her blood hatred and be reborn, no one is more important than this.

She remained silent for a long time. Her chest felt heavy. Her heart ached as if pierced by an invisible blade. She had quietly carried feelings for Aron Loghan for years. Too loyal. Too close. Yet never close enough to truly have his heart. Aron Loghan was going to marry the woman who was originally meant only to become his surrogate mother. And Chatrine herself was the one who arranged their first meeting. There was a pain she had no right to complain about. So she remained professional. Three days before the wedding, Chatrine arrived in Yorkshire carrying a large collection of couture gowns, protocol notes, and every detail required for a modern aristocratic bride.

"A beautiful, silver-blooded curse sent to ruin me." "Then let me ruin you," I countered, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the ripple of muscle and the heat of his scars. The bond snapped tight, a golden tether that bypassed our minds and spoke directly to our souls. I could feel his agony, the memories of his father’s betrayal, the crushing weight of the Silvercrest crown, and the terrifying, forbidden love he felt for the woman he was supposed to hate. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands framing my face with a desperate, bruising force. "If I mark you, Asha, there is no going back. The Council will see the bite. They will know I’ve chosen a witch over the laws of the p

" My mind flashed to Alexander Vance—Asher's uncle—a man of imposing silence and a gaze that could cut glass, who had a habit of materializing whenever I was truly in trouble. In my last life, blinded by my obsession with Asher, I'd completely overlooked someone who could have been my salvation. Asher accelerated toward the hotel, hauling me through the grand lobby and into the packed reception before I could even catch my breath. "Mom, I got her." He pushed me forward. I staggered, almost losing my balance. The woman before me, stout and severe in a silk dress, looked me over with pure contempt, her nostrils flaring. "A wild girl unfit for society, not a trace of your sister's grace. Later,

“My men don’t leave survivors. Rage filled her like hot metal, burning away her fear. She slammed her knee into him with all her strength, but he blocked it easily. The bastard had always been faster. “Get your fucking hands off me, you psychotic piece of shit!” “Language,my lady . That’s no way for a bride to speak to her groom.” The words hit her like a brick. “What the hell did you just say? Felix grinned, sharp and dangerous. “Congratulations, Muna. You’re getting married. To me. Tomorrow night “Over my dead fucking body.” “That can be arranged.” He pulled out his phone, showing her a photo that froze her blood. Her mother, Isabella, sitting in a luxurious prison cell. Alive, but captive

“I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.” I felt sick. “What happened to her?” “She... she had an accident. Car crash. Died instantly. Or so we were told because no one ever saw her corpse." A cold chill settled in my bones. I took a few steps back, trying to breathe. No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be me. With trembling fingers, I unfolded the newspaper and held it out to him. “Is this the bride?” I asked. Lawrence took the paper, his expression casual at first—but the second his eyes lande

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.

He said. " I know, darling. But the kids are too young to... " I was saying. " I have already asked mom and Aayushi, they have no problem. Now please don't say no. Can't I spend some time with my beautiful bride?? " He said with a pout. His ultimate emotional dialogue... " You mean your rejected bride?? " I asked. " Don't remind me that, love. I am sorry for that. And you have taken your revenge by rejecting me too. So don't ever refer to yourself as, the rejected bride."