Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

There was no sign of my half-sister, Vanessa. “You may now kiss the bride” The officiant announced with a huge smile and both Sebastian and I stepped forward simultaneously. I was confused by how fast everything was going. “They are going to sense your hesitation” he whispered as he leaned forward. His lips brushed against my lips softly and I shivered slightly. It was then I realized that I was afraid, because of his threat and also because of the weird reaction his lips stirred inside me. I don't know what I expected but his lips were surprisingly soft and warm, not as cold as his heart was.

All the women who had brought me here. I would sit on the bench, Rex beside me, and watch the sun set over the roses. Red and white. Love and death. And I would smile. Because I knew, without a doubt, that I had found my home. The wrong bride had become the perfect match. And she would live happily ever after. THE END

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

She glares at me although she is very visibly shaken, “Never—” “What?” I tease. “Never. Do. That. Again.” With that she storms off, leaving me smirking and satisfied on my seat. She should never have brought it on. She asked for it and I delivered. Brianna is nothing like the timid woman I remember. But then, I hope that timidity still remains somewhere within her because Brianna Page can never find out the real reason why I went through hell to find her. She must never know how I plan to destroy her and her family till I get exactly what I want.

Even Ethan, flustered and overwhelmed, was running around making sure everything was going smoothly. But despite all the chaos, nothing could distract Claire from the real moment. The one that sealed her fate. “You may now kiss the bride.” A hush fell over the room. Claire’s breath caught as Gordon leaned in. His lips brushed against hers barely there, yet enough to send a shock through her. The cameras flashed. The guests cheered. And just like that… Claire Donovan was now Claire Blake. A wife. A billionaire’s bride. And completely unaware of the storm that was about to come.

“I came here simply out of curtesy Something flickered in his expression. Confusion. Regret. Something heavier he couldn’t name. “Clarice—wait.” He reached slightly forward. But she stepped back instantly. A clean rejection. Cold. Controlled. “Take care pf your fiance and forget your dead wife” she said calmly. That word landed like a slap. Fiancée. Damian froze. Grace turned away before he could respond. Back straight. Steps steady. No hesitation. As she walked off the stage, the entire hall still watched her like she was a storm they couldn’t name yet. And Damian…

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

“Every memory I have in this house... It’s all fake. Every kiss was a lie. Every night in that bed was a performance.” She reached down, her hands shaking so much she could barely grip her own finger. She yanked the diamond wedding band off and threw it at my face. It hit my cheek, drawing a thin line of blood, before bouncing onto the floor. “I hope you get your revenge,” she whispered, her voice suddenly, terrifyingly quiet. “I hope you burn my father’s empire to the ground, and I hope it’s enough to keep you warm at night. Because you have nothing else. You are a hollow, empty man, Stefano."