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“But we’re finally real.” I looked out at the sea again, at the life we chose, the battles we survived. I once thought vengeance would set me free. But it wasn’t vengeance that gave me peace. It was love. Hard-won. Imperfect. And absolutely mine. — *Elena Montrose Crest* AUTHOR’S NOTE From the Desk of Enerst Brooks - The Vengetful Bride Creator When “The CEO’s Vengeful Bride” began, it wasn’t just a story about power plays or cold-hearted revenge. It was about a woman who lost everything and dared to come back for more than justice. She came back for herself.

Chapter 8: The Rules of Marriage Elena woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar ceiling. It took her a moment to remember where she was—the grand Sterling mansion, her new home. The weight of reality sank in fast. She was married. Not out of love, not by choice, but by force. Her father’s debts had sealed her fate, tying her to a man who barely acknowledged her presence. She sat up, her silk nightgown cool against her skin. The room was breathtaking—high ceilings, elegant furniture, and a balcony that overlooked the city. But no matter how beautiful, it felt nothing like home. It was nothing more than a golden cage.

At eight o’clock, Daniel Murphy drove them to Xavier’s company building, which stood proudly at the center of Florence, exuding an aura that matched its owner’s reputation as a top businessman. As Aria was about to get out of the car, Xavier abruptly tossed a document her way. “There’s a cocktail party tonight, attend it on my behalf. If you can get Victor Laurent to sign the contract, you’ll receive a 70,000 dollar commission,” he instructed. Aria was stunned by the offer. She stared at the contract in her hand in shock, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She knew this was a really tough job. Victor Laurent, the CEO of Florence RT Foreign Enterprise, was bisexual and infamous for his abusiv

“Wow, just wow, Nathan. While I’m facing backlash for what happened at the restaurant yesterday, you’re here playing house with her.” Nathan looked just as confused as me, she grabbed her phone from me and pointed the screen at me. It was a video of Sophia’s crash out at the restaurant with people captioning it as the ‘Crazy supermodel who had a breakdown at a restaurant.” I grabbed her phone and scrolled down. It was a video taken at a far angle, but you could clearly see it was the time when Nathan kissed me on my forehead. It was captioned that the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise has a soft spot for his wife.

The dark brown stain ruined the fabric instantly. “I don’t feel so good” I whispered, putting a trembling hand to my forehead for dramatic effects. “I need to use the restroom.” Rebecca nods, “Escort her to the restroom, I’ll go get the spare dress.” Rebecca muttered. What? They had a spare wedding dress? Just how prepared were these people? Two men escorted me to a restroom just off the main chapel. Clutching the ruined heavy fabric in my hand, I felt less like a bride and more like a desperate convict on the run.

But five years passed, and nothing changed. Lucas grew crueler with every passing day. He started insulting me in front of Eva, and at first, she looked confused, maybe even sorry for me. But as time went on, she started copying him I could see it in her eyes, she didn’t admire me anymore. She saw me the way Lucas did: as an ugly pig. It broke me in ways I can’t explain. It only got worse when Catherine came into the picture. Lucas called her his best friend, but I call that a joke

I was reviewing contracts at the dining table when the first notification hit, then the second, then the phone stopped managing them individually and just began vibrating in a continuous, sustained way that meant something had broken. I opened the screen. Sixteen notifications from PR. A message from Caleb that was a link and nothing else. Four board communications flagged urgent. Two from legal. I clicked Caleb's link. The headline read: *Dexter CEO spotted in Central Park with wife Isabella Moretti and mystery child.*

Sounds of breaking plates and screams of fear quickly followed. No one thought that they would see such an ugly woman, and more importantly, she was the daughter-in-law of the Cohen family. “What’s this?” The man who taunted Lazlo earlier was stunned. He just wanted to see this woman, but she turned out to be so ugly. “Maybe your family pays more attention to inner beauty!” Someone tried to smooth things over. They knew that things had escalated beyond control. The bride looked at everyone without any expression on her face. She seemed used to this reaction.

An uncle recounted stories from university. Two cousins debated music playlists. Someone insisted the weather forecast promised sunshine. Someone else disagreed. Nora slipped quietly into an empty chair. Unfortunately, the only vacant seat was directly across from Celine. Their eyes met for the briefest moment. Celine offered a polite smile. The kind anyone would give a future sister-in-law. Nora returned it. No one noticed how carefully both women avoided letting the moment linger. Aaliyah reached across the table and intertwined her fingers with Celine's as she laughed about something the wedding planner had said earlier.

Dear Reader, Sadly we have come to the end of Brett and Daisy's journey. It's been such a beautiful one no doubt. And I'm so grateful we went down this route together. If you enjoyed reading about Brett and Daisy, then don't forget to drop a kind review for me. I know you must be wondering what happened to Ugo Chike. If you are, then you have to see for yourself in my next book, "THE BADASS MAFIA BOSS QUEEN" (already out).