Glamour And Sass: A Rejected Bride's Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their arrogance was a blade, and Nero was ready to turn it against them. A voice sliced through the hum of the crowd: “Everyone, look! The soon-to-be couple!” A woman with gold-grilled teeth beamed, her excitement infectious as all eyes turned to the entrance. The hall fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Lila emerged, a vision in a scandalous wedding gown, its sheer fabric clinging to her curves, her cleavage barely concealed by a gossamer veil. Her skin glowed like polished porcelain, the makeup artist’s craft transforming her into an ethereal beauty. The crowd’s eyes sparkled with admiration, their whispers praising her radiance. “What a beauty,” a man murmured. “Baron Cassian ha

What the European elite witnessed was the canonization of a passion that had survived fire and betrayal to become the new law of the Moretti empire. Sofia Duarte Moretti gazed at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror of the bridal suite. The dress, a haute couture masterpiece in Calais lace and pure silk, embraced her body like a second skin, its train extending across the floor like a promise of eternity. Unlike the first “yes,” spoken in a cold office under the coercion of debts, this moment belonged entirely to her. She was no longer the contract bride; she was the partner, the lover, and the equal of the man waiting for her at the flower-decked altar by the lake.

" My mind flashed to Alexander Vance—Asher's uncle—a man of imposing silence and a gaze that could cut glass, who had a habit of materializing whenever I was truly in trouble. In my last life, blinded by my obsession with Asher, I'd completely overlooked someone who could have been my salvation. Asher accelerated toward the hotel, hauling me through the grand lobby and into the packed reception before I could even catch my breath. "Mom, I got her." He pushed me forward. I staggered, almost losing my balance. The woman before me, stout and severe in a silk dress, looked me over with pure contempt, her nostrils flaring. "A wild girl unfit for society, not a trace of your sister's grace. Later,