Novel & Cerita A Vengeful Bride Chinese Novel

She nodded. "I've made up my mind." "I honestly thought it would take you at least a week to answer me." "I'm unemployed right now, Lex. I had plenty of time to think." Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze. "Lex, let's get married. I'll go with you to the Sea Dragon Kingdom." Alex blinked in surprise. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here?" "I'm sure." Anna smiled faintly. "At first, I planned to make a deal with Uncle Chandra and find a way to make the Sanjaya family suffer. But after you offered me a new life, I decided to let them go and start over instead."

The door slides open. Chloe stops, her breath hitching. Standing in the doorway of the van isn't the man in the visor. It’s a young Lady - a bit older than her, her blonde hair perfect even in the moonlight, a glass of champagne in her hand. "Going somewhere, darling?" Vivian purrs, a cruel smile stretching across her face. "I think you and I have some unfinished business regarding your sister." Behind Chloe, the warehouse erupts in a deafening roar of orange flame. The force of the blast throws her forward, straight toward the open door of Vivian’s van.

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

“I’d rather die!” The First Bride’s laughter was soft, sweet, and utterly ruthless. “Oh, you will. Many times. And each time, I will be here waiting for you.” The pit shifted, and the stones creaked beneath them. The light faded until only the bride’s tattered veil glimmered in the darkness. Camela backed away, pressing herself against the wall. “Stay away from me!” she shouted. But the First Bride simply spread her arms wide open, her gown trailing like ashes with roses that were blackened and oozing decay:

“You swore always. You do not get to break that vow. You do not get to leave me to fight alone.” His eyes flickered faintly beneath heavy lids. His lips parted, a breathless rasp. I choked on my tears, embracing him tighter. “Then you hold on, Cassian Veyra. You hold on if it kills the world to keep you here.” Outside the palace, the riders thundered across the fields. Rain broke over them in sheets, mud sucking at hooves, lightning clawing the sky. They cut through brushwood, dug through hedgerows, their torches sputtering. Widow’s bane was no common herb, it grew only where soil had once been soaked in blood. Places the serpents favored.

He looked so handsome when carefree and relaxed, Vance thought while he stood beside his mate, regal and smug, sipping something red that definitely wasn’t wine. “You’re staring,” Azrion murmured, eyes lowering as if self-concious all of a sudden. His brothers noticed immediately and wolf-whistled, teasing the blushing “new bride.” Each brother was wounded with a murderous glare that promised payback, only approved by mafia means. Vance smirked. “I’m admiring the chaos I married into.” “You married me,” Azrion corrected. “Yes,” Vance agreed. “The source. And I love you and will continue to do so till my last breath.”

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