Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

Absurd comments kept flying, and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted my gaze to the stage, where Victor's face flickered from pale to red, helpless. "Victor, did you hear that? They say I'm your lawful wife. So, whose wedding are you even holding right now?" Victor's face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't argue with the relatives, and he wouldn't dare meet my eyes. He just kept his head low, cringing like a coward.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

someone bellowed. The bride. The bride. But whose? People smiled. Cried. Clutched their pearls as if this were the great love story of the century. They didn't see the girl who'd screamed her throat raw behind locked doors. Who'd begged. Who'd scraped her nails down marble walls and implored something—anything—to break the fantasy. And now, she was walking down the aisle like she was born to do it. My own breath caught in my throat. Not because I was scarednot because I was angry. Because I was betrayed.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

The goal was to capture the bride and run away. Two men grab the bride away from the groom. "DON'T TOUCH HER!!" One man with bonnet grip the bride's neck and pointed a sharp knife onto. "STAY AWAY FROM HER! LEAVE HER ALONE!—ARGH!!" "LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AWAY!!" Men with bonnets punch and kick the grooms tummy, together with punching the bride's father. "NO!" the bride shouted with a loud cry. The bride struggle with the men's grip on her arms. "Get off me!"

"We are getting married, so you better get the hell out of here before I make you." "His fiancée, you say? Wow, that's interesting." I raised my hand, flashing my wedding ring at her so she could get a proper look at it. I'm so lucky I put it on today, or else. "You see this ring? We got married. He put this ring on me, and it wasn't by force, honey. So get out of my house." She looked at my hand in disbelief, "You are the slut he got married to instead of me!" she yelled, "That is my ring!" she yelled hysterically.

I’m quite scared of what to do and what not to do as I kept following behind them. We reached near a mountain almost the border of the village. The woman looked around, I immediately hid myself behind the big rock. She then brought the bride to a place looked like a stage she then tied the bride in that stage. She tied the bride’s hands above her head and her legs wide apart. Remembering the village elders saying sacrifice, I feared that the bride will be slaughtered and given as a sacrifice. That woman sprinkled some dark colour liquid over the bride. The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream.

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas