Novel & Cerita A Vengeful Bride Ashley Mu

‎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.

Blood pooled dark and wide across the pale marble floor, spreading in a slow, spidering pattern that caught the torchlight like something obscene. Somewhere behind me, one of the young women from the bride selection screamed, the sound sharp and raw, quickly joined by others as more guests spilled into the hallway to see what had happened. Guards pushed past us, fanning out through the corridors, searching every shadowed alcove and locked door for whoever had done this. Alejandro moved down the stairs ahead of me, his expression carved from stone, every trace of the man who'd stood so gently in my room only minutes before gone entirely, replaced by something colder, sharper a king assessing

He said dismissing her attempt. Ashley tied her hair in a messy bun, she was wearing a casual crop top with ripped jeans and a pair of sandals. She was not entirely excited to meet with the designer for her wedding outfit because it was just a contract marriage but she was glad to meet up with the girls. She would be meeting them at a coffee shop near the fashion store for a quick breakfast before facing the day head-on. “The bride is here” Shelly squealed when Ashley walked towards their table. Smiling lightly “ Hey girls good to see you two” Ashley replied hugging and pecking their cheeks lightly.

“She chose freedom, Blackwood. Just like I knew she would. She finally saw you for what you are.” Adrian’s grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles turned white. “If you had anything to do with this, I swear I’ll—” “I didn’t need to lift a finger,” Daniel cut in smoothly. “You did it all yourself. The control. The revenge. The way you trapped her in this marriage. She finally saw the truth. And now she’s gone. With my help, of course. The asset is hers now. She and Ethan are safe. You’ll never find them.”

But she was different. Ashley glanced around the dinner party, and caught sight of Thomas with a ginger haired lady. And Ashley didn't know why she walked over. Perphas for a little show. Ashley intentionally hit the table and spilled wine on his lady's dress. "You just ruined my dress" she stood up angrily. Ashley placed her hands on her chest feigning remorse. "Where's my manners, how would I waste such expensive wine on your $5 dress from last season." Ashley response elicited a cheer from all the people around. She would later find out that the lady was Maris Veighblack, daughter of CEO billionaire, who everybody hated.

A ripple spread through my chest, and before I realized it, I called out to her. "Ashley." She paused in her steps but didn't turn around. "Live well…" With Mom's heart inside her, I hoped she would live well. Ashley kept her promise. For a very long time, I never saw her again. … Two years later, when Ava accompanied me to bring Mom home, I finally heard what had happened to Ashley. When she returned, she sold off nearly all her assets and built a memorial museum. Later, Marc came looking for revenge. During the confrontation, she killed him by accident. It was self-defense.

“I don't have any business with you hussy, leave me and let me go after all it was you that initiated the attack. “I would still come for you witch”. Theresa added before she left Vanessa with a rough hair. Gosh, she hates how this lady just wants to ruin her night. Greeting the other members, “Where is Ashley?” Vanessa asked. “She's gone” “What! She is dead?!” “No, no. She quit “She is getting married and they are moving out of town.

I walked out before either of them could see what was actually happening underneath my skin, a fault line splitting open between the woman I'd been an hour ago and whatever I was about to become. *************************************************************************************************************** Three blocks away, a man stood at a window high above the city with his phone pressed to his ear. "Boss." A woman's voice, clipped. "Speak," Lucian said. "Background's done on Mira Castellan. Wedding's tomorrow at noon at Aldermere Estate. "A pause. "There's more. Word is Damon and Killian Wrexley made an arrangement between them. They're planning to humiliate her in front of every guest a

“Coral, don’t scare me! Please! I’m sorry! It’s all my fault. Just get up and tell me this is all a lie. Please, I’m begging you…” Elise’s face soured, and she went up to him. “Logan, even if she’s dead, she’s got what’s coming. She shouldn’t have pranked you with a car accident before—” “Get lost!” Logan pushed her away with brute force. Elise fell hard to the floor and looked at Logan in disbelief. “You… pushed me?” Logan’s eyes were bloodshot. “She’s my wife, and you’re just a passing amusement. You have no right to disrespect her!”

I had assumed it was politics, the machinery of two packs grinding against each other with no one capable of stopping it. I had assumed this Ashlyn and Hunt had been strangers until the wedding day. The wedding day she had run from. But Alex's words didn't fit that shape. After everything you did to him wasn't the language of strangers. Wasn't the language of a war bride handed over in a contract clause. It was personal. The kind of personal that lived in a person's bones. That made a man's eyes burn with something rawer than political grievance when he got close enough that I could see the thing underneath the anger.