Novel & Cerita Brides Revenge

Nora got a sudden thought after hearing the words of the blonde bride and she spoke inwardly, “Raised like a warrior? But I am the only female warrior in this entire world. No one can defeat me in the field. Dev is mine.” The blonde bride left Akshara’s throat and snatched the white satin fabric from her hands of Akshara and went near the large mirror to see whether the fabric colour suits her. Akshara picked the crimson shaded fabric with choking and coughing. She went near the blonde bride who wears the white satin fabric. “White is fine but crimson enhances your natural beauty of blonde hair,” she told and gave the crimson coloured fabric to the bride. “Why should I listen to you?” the bl

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Just the way she chopped the length of this dress, she minced away my emotions and devotion to fall in love. The bridal ensemble was a signature of aspiration, and I could see how Reile loaded me with the burden. Her freedom will be my suffocation. Her choices will be my suffering. My teary eyes just wanted to ask her why she pushed me into this fire of facade. But then I remember it’s the deal with these devils. If someone has an axe to grind, they do something for selfish reasons. Reile successfully made the replaced bride look worthy of the things that don’t belong to her.

“What exactly do you want, Fidelia? Just tell us.” That voice and tone sounded like desperation laced with defeat. Fidelia smiled, sweet and slow. “What I want is already happening. You’re going to attend the wedding. You’re going to smile, nod, and hand over your fake blessings. Then, when the cameras are off and the guests are gone, you’ll stay quiet. No stunts. No sabotages. Nothing.” Bridget scoffed. “You can’t control us forever.” “I don’t need to,” Fidelia replied, turning toward her room with quiet, fierce satisfaction. ‘Watch me rise while you rot.’

Brian commanded, his tone sharp and authoritative. However, Ariana made no move to comply. Seeing her defiance, Brian stepped forward. But before he could reach her, Ariana darted behind Victor, her body trembling as though in terror. Her large eyes brimmed with tears, glistening as though she were on the verge of breaking down. The sight of her pitiful expression immediately invoked sympathy from the onlookers. Victor observed her performance with a faint, amused smirk. Whispers ripped through the crowd. "I've heard rumors that Mr. Lodge doesn't like his fiancée, but I didn't think he was abusive!"

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.

She isn't just a bride; she’s the reckoning. She descends the stairs, her eyes locked on Sebastian. He looks up, a shark-like grin spreading across his face. "Ah, the blushing bride," Sebastian calls out, his voice booming through the hollow penthouse. "Come, Olivia. Let’s talk about your father. I’ve been dying to tell you a story about how he really spent his final days." As Olivia reaches the bottom step, she sees Aiden emerging from the shadow of the hallway, his face a mask of cold fury. He looks from his father to Olivia, his hand tightening into a fist.

Revenge against Rhys and Mara was all that mattered. As the moon dipped below the horizon, Giovanni's forces launched another assault. The Black Diamond Pack trembled, Rhys's leadership tested, and the park shakes in chaos Giovanni's presence lingered, his whispered promise echoing in my mind: "Mara will be mine." My heart aches 'Why does it always have to be Mara? What's so special about her? Rhys left me for her and Giovanni, the one who had promised me revenge on them both, is so obsessed with her.' I thought.

the woman said, setting the bag on the nearby table. Preston's arms loosened around me, and I took the opportunity to slide off his lap, my legs slightly unsteady. The woman left as quietly as she'd come, closing the door behind her. "What's this?" I asked, moving toward the bag. "Open it." I pulled out the tissue paper carefully, revealing a dress that made me catch my breath. It was a silver mermaid gown, the fabric shimmering like liquid mercury. The bodice was fitted with delicate beading that caught the light, and the skirt flared dramatically at the knees.