A Vengeful Bride Ashley Mu Novels & Stories

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.

Then he turned sharply and strode back toward the keep, cloak snapping behind him like a warning. Ashley sank to her knees in the snow, trembling. The cold soaked through her dress, but she barely felt it. Loyalty to Clara burned bright in her chest. The pull toward Damien roared like wildfire in her veins. Duty and desire tore at her, each claiming a piece. Three nights remained until the ceremony. One stolen moment of eavesdropping had awakened the impossible. One forbidden bond that should never have existed. Now Ashley Voss, the girl without a mark, would have to choose.

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

“A chance to reclaim your dignity. To get back at Raiden and everyone else who’s treated you like dirt.” I felt my heart race at his words, a spark of hope flaring within me. Revenge. The idea of it was intoxicating, tempting me in ways I’d never imagined. But there was a catch—I could feel it lingering in the air, an unspoken condition. Reed took a step closer, his gaze steady. “We want you to be our bride.” I blinked, stunned into silence. “Your… bride?” “Not permanently,” Asher clarified, his voice soft. “Just for a year. Enough to make a statement. Enough to show Raiden what he lost and what he’ll never have again.”

She had to deal with the nuisance of Cassandra and Alex before then. Ashley decided to watch the television which was the only thing she could do without leaving the bedroom. She picked up the TV remote and pressed the buttons randomly, choosing a channel. As soon as it entered the entertainment channel, Ashley noticed something. They spoke about the marriage news of Justin Wilson and Valerie Parker. Ashley froze immediately, watching the news. The veins on her face popped out at once. She clenched her fists tightly in anger. Ashley couldn't believe that Justin was remarrying shortly after their divorce.

“But now, I just wish he stopped his childish games and moved on with his life so I could forget him.” A wicked gleam flashed in Ashley's eyes. “Maybe that's the whole point. He doesn't want to move on, not entirely at least. Brianna Ricardson might be richer than you, but I think that this jerk misses you. And that is why you need to dress up, show up at his wedding, drink inappropriately expensive champagne, and show him what he foolishly gave up on.” She turned to face me, and a malicious grin spread across her face. “Then you can give him your back and walk away. This is how you win.”

Ashley's shoulders slouched in defeat as she plopped down in the reclined foldable chair at the center of the room. "I made a promise earlier to answer your questions after we've had some rest, but it seems you need your answers now." I said, and angrily turned her chair to face me. I wanted her to feel at ease with me, but she wasn't making this any easier than I was. God forbid I take advantage of my new bride. She listened on in absolute silence. It's either she's taking useful mental notes or ignoring me as she glared intently on the linoleum covered floor.

“I know you must be busy, but we will be so excited to see you. Your dd was just telling me the other day about how you don't call or visit, I Am sure he will be expecting you. Translation: be there orFatherr will make it hell for me. Like I needed that. “Fine. Whatever,” I reply. “Good. Wear the-” I don't wait to hear whatever nonsense she has to say, I cut off the call. In public, Vivian is a saint. The dear woman who forgave her husband’s adultery and accepted the child into her home, treating her as a daughter. In private, she makes it her mission to cause me pain and anguish. Relishing in my misery and abusing the fact that I have no one to turn to after my mother's death.