Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

“But the gown changes.” Silence. Thick as the truffle foam. Julian sputtered. “The what? Cass, the trust—” “The trust,” Cassian interrupted, “is my concern.” He pushed back from the table, chair scraping like a death knell. “She’ll wear black.” Black? My breath caught. Blondes don’t wear black. Grandma’s monocle shattered in her grip. “Absurd! The Drevane bride wears ivory!” Cassian didn’t flinch. “Then find another blonde.” He turned to me, his voice held something raw. “This one wears black.”

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.

Her voice was bitter. "You could help me." "Help you what?" "How did you survive?" I asked. "The curse. All the other brides died. You didn't. How?" "I don't know. Luck? "Help me bring down the Blackwater family," I said. "Save our pack. Avenge the brides." "How?" "I don't know yet. But you survived. That means something." She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Why do you care so much?" "The fourth bride," I said. "Elena. She was mine."

“So, what I’m planning to do is pretend that I didn’t know about their affair, and while I’m at it. I’ll gather pieces of evidence that will expose them both.” Revan remained silent and listened to her plan unfold. Citrine, as far as he recalls, was a cunning person whose personality was unpredictable and difficult to decipher. She’s someone you don’t want to be an enemy of because she’s capable of anything when provoked. He thought she could be very useful. “My revenge was a little excessive, but I plan to expose them during my wedding. Then you’ll show up and replace Gael as my groom.” Revan raised an eyebrow in amusement at her plan. “This is what happens when you watch too much drama, bu

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.

' I thought. My stomach churned. Was I just a pawn in Giovanni's game? I'm I just being used to achieve his plans to destroy Rhys and his park? Or will he truly grant my revenge on Mara for stealing my man while I was away and get married to him and Rhys who abandoned me and married my foster sister, Mara, claiming he's now in love with her? Was my revenge worth the cost? —

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.

I looked at him for a moment, and I could only hope I wasn’t getting another abusive, manipulative, cheating man even if it was only for a short period of time, I imagined and just for revengeful purposes. I would at least beg for a friend please lord. “I do.” I heaved a sigh and he smiled. Everything seemed like a vegas wedding, spontaneous, not thought out, having little to no people around, wearing anything except we dressed perfectly for the occasion. It was amusing yet beautiful. We shared a kiss and it was different from another kiss I had shared with a man, I felt a spark and by the look in his eyes, he felt it too