Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

The wedding dress she wore was indeed beautiful, but somehow it felt like a dress for her own funeral. Evelyn Hart, soon her last name would change to that of the old man she was being forced to marry. This was all because of her stepmother, who blamed Evelyn for her father's death a year ago, leaving behind debts. She forced Evelyn to pay them off by marrying a man in his fifties. "You're not ready yet? Mr. Marco will be here soon!" A voice was heard entering the room. Evelyn turned to see a woman in her forties wearing a red dress, her face making Evelyn sick to look at. She was the one who had made Evelyn's life a living hell.

She knew that the marriage would give her the funds she needed to find the person who had taken her innocence and make them pay, but for now, she would put on a brave face and go through with the wedding. Elma stood at the altar, staring blankly ahead as the minister pronounced them husband and wife. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the reality of the moment. She had been so focused on making it to this point, that she hadn't stopped to think about what it would actually feel like to be married, even if it was for just two years. As the minister called for them to share a kiss, Elma's mind suddenly went blank. She saw flashes of the night she was abused in fron

She said in a low voice and stepped backward. Just then, i remembered her. She was the waitress in that welcoming ball my mother held for me when i came back. This particular girl was the one who Carolina was bullying, and as i thought about that, i looked around and saw that most of the girls here were at my welcoming ball dressed in a waitress uniform. The time i had in that place was very limited and so i couldn't ask each and every one of them about what is happening to them. It is clear that they are being trafficked.

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited. From that moment onwards, I felt trapped. I was bound to a ruthless Billionaire by a contract and by a child. On the night of our wedding, Dominic insisted that I slept in the same room with him. I knew that it was his own way of torturing me. As I laid on the king-sized bed with my back against him, I felt his arms pull me closer to himself. His hot breath lingered against my ear. "You stole from me Lena.." He slowly whispered. His voice dripped with malice. "Now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for it.”

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.

But even the human world can be just as cruel. Being a poor girl in an elite university made me quiet, friendless, and a frequent target of bullying. Injustice had become my closest companion. As I stepped into class, a group of mean students stared at me with their usual mocking eyes. “Well, well. The girl who always arrives the earliest is late today,” said Lilian with a smirk. She was the queen of the campus cheerleading team. Beautiful, rich, slim, with waist-length hair that gleamed—and the ability to stun anyone who looked her way.

Anyone but him would have been fine. *** Everyone eventually left the hall which was looking a lot less perfect than it had been at the beginning of the night. For one the once perfect tall vanilla cake was now smudged, the once filled up chair were now completely empty, the bride was no where in sight, the ex-lover who had been responsible for the chaos was no longer there and then the perfectly charming man, Arlo, who was going to propose, now sat sadly like a deflated Ballon next to the table that held the cake and other decorations.