Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

I was a survivor of a life I had once allowed to crush me. "Are you ready?" Xavier whispered, offering me his arm. "I've been ready for a year, Xavier. Maybe longer." As we walked down the grand staircase of our private estate, the elite of the world rose to their feet. This wasn't just a wedding; it was the coronation of a new era. We had turned a betrayal into a multi-billion dollar empire. As we stood at the altar, I didn't look at the flowers or the celebrity guests. I looked into Xavier’s grey eyes the eyes that had stayed constant even when I was too blind to see them.

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry. My mom wants me to take over the family business. I don't have a choice but to end things. Take the money and live well." Before he could say more, Mrs. Smith cut in again, her voice full of poison. "You heard him. You're just a nobody. No one's ever going to marry a gold digger like you." The bride had had enough. Her anger boiled over. "Do you think I care about your stupid money?" she snapped. "I'd never marry a fake like your son!" She yanked off her veil and threw it on the floor. Gripping her bouquet tightly, she stormed over to Liam Hamilton, who was still trying to wrap his head around everything happening.

Inappropriate sounds first filled the room before the image appeared on the screen, everyone including my parents and Luke gasped in shock, the media team were also in shock because they remained rooted to the spot watching as the groom drilled into the bride's sister. My parents quickly snapped out of it and ran to where they were, shutting it off. I stepped away from him and faced the crowd boldly, not bothering to take off my veil. “I will no longer be getting married to this lying cheat!” I yelled, fighting back tears and the crowd gasped again. But before I knew it, my parents were pulling me aside into a nearby room in the hall. “Oh mom, I had to this to expose him to you. Can you beli

" Have to be... You are so lovely that I can't even think of anything else but you. " " Liar!! " " No!! I am sorry for hurting you and rejecting you when we got married. " Let's not talk about all that... It was a bad phase, which has gone. I am glad that we are happy now. " But still I should have talked to you. I was an idiot that I Rejected my bride. " " It's ok!! I have taken my revenge. I made you crazy till you accepted the Rejected Bride." She said. " Yes!!! Let's get married again."

Staring at my reflection, I vowed, “I’ll survive. I’ll live. I’ll destroy them all.” At the bridal boutique I slipped on a dress that fit my curves perfectly. "Ma'am, you look so stunning," one of the attendant said as I stepped out of the dressing room. "Sir, look at your bride," another said, motioning to Alessandro. He glanced up briefly, his face indifferent. "Uhmmm.... she's beautiful," he said, his eyes already back on his phone. Clenching my fists, anger surged through me. Moving closer I caught a glimpse of his phone-Cassandra’s photos.

Her eyes scanned the words, but her breath caught on a single sentence. "A legally binding partnership between Adrian Carter and Scarlett Deveraux with the purpose of dismantling Daniel Carter, Liam Deveraux and Amelia Deveraux, by any means necessary." Scarlett’s fingers tightened around the paper. “You… want revenge.” Adrian’s smirk deepened. “I’ve spent years building my empire, waiting for the right moment to destroy him.” His gaze darkened. “And now? That moment is here.” Scarlett swallowed. “Why me?” Adrian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His voice dropped to something dangerous, knowing.

Then, thinking her mom was calling, she headed downstairs. Her feet barely touched the ground floor when the TV screen flickered to life, blaring the 10am news in urgent, pulsing tones. "Tragedy has struck the fashion world. Christian Bridges, renowned model, heir to the Bridges fashion empire, and Vesper magazine's coveted cover star, has been involved in a horrific accident. Reports indicate that the accident was severe, and Christian is currently being treated in the ICU unit..."

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

Of course, she should have known that he would be angry when she had made use of the unexpected turn of events this evening and exploited it, knowing those scales did not carry along with them good memories. She had just wanted to use that as a reminder of what he should be focused on, but that, it seemed had gone absolutely wrong. She should have reported it to the King immediately, but when the maid had fallen to her knees and said she had done it out of spite and vengeance, what more was there for find out? Her sister had been one of the unfortunate brides and it had made her really angry to see that there was someone who still hadn't had the same fate befallen her yet, taking a place her

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .