Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

He turned the screen toward her. Sophia stepped closer and watched as the video began. The first clip showed her standing beside Alexander during their engagement ceremony. Another showed her being introduced as Wolfe Global's Chief Strategist. The video then cut to footage of the SmartCore launch, followed by images of Carter Group and Damien. The clips changed quickly, deliberately connecting one event to another. A headline appeared across the screen. SOPHIA BENNETT USING WOLFE GLOBAL TO TAKE REVENGE ON HER EX-HUSBAND?

Intro: The Viking Bride tells the story of Brynja, a fiercely independent woman, and Ulfrik, a brutal yet enigmatic Viking chieftain. After her village is raided, Brynja is taken as Ulfrik's captive and declared his bride, her life irrevocably changed by the warlord's claim.

"Adrian, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just passing and I accidentally.." "That vase," Mira cut in from behind him, voice sweet and poisonous at the same time, "is worth millions. Sir Adrian won it at a Paris auction and you just shattered it like it was nothing." She wasn't even talking to me. She was talking at me. Like I was entertainment. Adrian grabbed me by my hair before I could say another word. I felt the pull first, sharp and sudden, then I was stumbling upward, my knees scraping the floor. "Adrian, please,"

“What's going on, Nico? I thought you said she was dead? Did you fucking lie to me just to get my sympathy? Would you really go to such absurd lengths?” “I don't know. I'm just as surprised as everyone else in this room. She was supposed to be dead,” I said, instantly regretting the words because it made it sound like I actually wanted her dead, or like I had something to do with it in the first place. “Yes, I was… supposed to be dead. But clearly, I'm not,” Brianna said, her voice dripping with venom. “How could I possibly miss my own husband's wedding to my best friend? Or whatever the hell this is?” She settled her gaze around the room before landing it squarely on Brenda, who had shrunke

I scoffed with a deep exhale. “The funniest part of this whole story is, Lenny doesn’t even want to be with Brett. She’d kill to be with Adrian and I mean this very literally,” she continued. “After I got married to Adrian, he would literally bring her over and smash her on our matrimonial bed!” She added as she took another sip from her cup. I narrowed my brows and turned to her almost immediately. What did she mean by after I got married, the marriage was literally three days ago and it didn’t happen.

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a