Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

A single tear cascaded through the thick white powder that covered Caelia’s cheeks, its path ending as it stained the pristine fabric of her off-white wedding dress. She flinched as the cruel maid struck her knuckles with a wooden stick, the sharp sting briefly drowning out the dread that gnawed at her soul. A part of her longed for the pain to grow, to consume her entirely, or a fatal wound that would save her from her fate that evening.

“Whoa! Isn't he crazy? How could he frame the bride on her first wedding night?! Oh Lord! Even her husband is crazier! How could he trust someone he just met more than his wife? Crazy, they're all crazy!” Sena remembered one of the soap opera scenes she had watched with her mother. The scene where someone deliberately hires a foreign man to enter the bridal chamber and traps the bride as if she is having an affair right on her first wedding night. Unfortunately, in that soap opera, the woman's husband takes her for granted and thinks his wife is having an affair and then divorces the poor woman. Since that day, everyone labeled the bride as an unfaithful woman, making her shunned by many peo

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.

“You’re being so m-m-mean, Fidella!” Fidella gazed aghast at the drama her mother was staging, and Anni stifled a laugh in her hand. The assistant gazed at them aghast. The bridal salon was where dreams are born and weddings are celebrated—particularly not where family squabbles were reenacted dramatically.

The young woman asked him, with no much thinking he knew it would definitely be the pathetic bride she was enquiring about. He looked around and found the pathetic bride walking straight to the alter, then he pointed at her and glanced at the woman. "Oh no, I don't think this is a good idea." The woman complained. Jason looked away and his eyes drifted towards the bride. "Not really a good idea." He muttered to himself amazed at how the pathetic bride was stomping her foot against the ground ready to cause a scene. Suddenly he felt a bullet pierced through his skin, his eyes widened as he glutched down his saliva, trying to touch the injured area.

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

“Gabby…what are you talking about?” “Our wedding, Kiki!” Gabby threw up her hands in exasperation. “I get that you want to help your friend and save her from the horrible life she has, but what about us? We came here because we wanted to get married in the same cathedral where your entire family has gotten married for generations!”

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

He's not giving me the opportunity to explain myself and walking out on me. I watched as he disappeared into the distance with the train of bodyguards going after him. I dare not turn to see the faces of whoever has just witnessed what happened. They will mock me, I know and I'm not ready for that. Now that my parents wish is fulfilled they have nothing to be afraid of. I've been sold off. I scoffed. It's not a romance novel but it did look like it, where my favorite protagonist is being sold off to marry a guy she doesn't love and then she later finds love in the marriage.

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.