Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

They chuckled in a mocking tone then left her alone. She tightened the dangerous feeling inside her heart. The Veena Harrison does not cry and she will never ever cry again. The last time she did it was three years ago. Now, that she’s free from the metal cages she’s here to take revenge. She’ll make sure to make the Harrison family fall. After her encounter with her wicked sister, she arrived at Nadia Sabrera’s expensive home. There were a lot of cars parked outside and she wondered if Nadia has visitors. Once she opened the door everyone greeted her with happiness.

Clara stood there with the knife in her hand, while Olivia stood frozen before her, trembling uncontrollably. “I’ll kill you today!” Clara screamed. Sam was standing in the corner, crying helplessly. Mrs.Mason immediately rushed toward him, pulled him away from the scene, and handed him to one of the maids. “Take Sam outside. Now!” The maid quickly took the sobbing child away. Mrs.Mason then turned back toward Clara and Olivia, before she could react Clara stabbed Olivia on her upper hand…Mrs.Mason’s heart pounding as she realized how dangerously close the situation had become.

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.

It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that the wrong bride can become the perfect match. That revenge can turn into love. That enemies can become soulmates." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?" I looked up at him. "I know that you are my perfect match. And I am yours." He smiled, a rare, genuine thing. "That's all I ever wanted you to know."

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.

“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."

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.