Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.

Maria sulked and grumbled, "Am I the type of person who can be bullied? I can fight back too!" "Heh..." Charles sneered, "Oh, really? Then why were you bullied so badly by Mia before?" "No, no..." Maria tried to explain, "That was because my father was in her hands back then. Look, have I let her bully me since then?" Seeing Charles still wearing a gloomy face, she let go of her hands around Charles' neck and instead cupped his face, "I promise not to let anyone bully me again. Don't be angry, okay?"

Angel slid into the booth across from me with her bag. “How’d you know it was me?” I asked. “You could only see my back.” “I’m amazing,” she said proudly. Angel was one of my only real friends in New York. We both worked at the same restaurant. She had pale skin, bright peroxide hair, and the fragile look of a porcelain doll—except she was secretly strong enough to move the restaurant fridge by herself. “What’s going on?” she asked. I shrugged. “Maria finally kicked me out.” Angel snorted. “I knew it. That slimy boyfriend of hers probably pushed her into it.”

‍ "We ha⁠ve forty-eight hours until the‍ we‍dding, Celeste. But t‌onight⁠, we commit our first act of hig​h-s​takes cor‍porate espionage together. Put on the‌ v​est. We’re going to Wall Stree⁠t." Celeste took the vest, strapping it tightly‌ o​ver her ru‍ined, expensive gown. The contrast was absu‌rd—a soc⁠iety bride wrapped i‌n mi​litary-​grade⁠ Kevlar—​but it perfectly illustrated the reali​ty of her life. The unwante​d bride⁠ was gone;‌ the partne​r in crime had arrived.

The slideshow of romantic wedding photos abruptly vanished, replaced by a grainy video clip—surveillance footage from a school hallway. In the video, a frail-looking girl was cornered in a bathroom by a group of students in the same uniform. They shoved her, emptied her backpack, tore at her clothes, and slapped her across the face. Leading the pack was none other than Selina Arroway—the very same woman now standing on stage in her wedding gown, looking every bit the innocent bride.

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

"It's about...a friend." Sofia raised an eyebrow. "A friend, huh?" Camille took a deep breath. "This friend is in a contract marriage. Not a real one. But when her husband looks at her...she feels it. You know, that flutter." Sofia's eyes sparkled with intrest. "So, what's wrong about it?" Camille's voice dropped to a whisper. "She's scared. Afraid of getting hurt again. She's not sure if he loves her."

I didn't do anything wrong at the wedding, did I? "What… What are you talking about? I did nothing wrong at the wedding, and you all were there to confirm that. So, what did I do to disgrace you on live TV?" I asked, using my fingers to form a quotation mark when I said the word disgrace. Brenda scoffed as she stared at me. "Innocency doesn't even fit you anymore, because you're laced with lies." "What the—" "Shut it, Hailey. You slapped a woman! Do you not know that everyone can recognize you?!" She asked me. "You just got married to our son for heaven's sake!"

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .