Glamour And Sass: A Rejected Bride's Revenge Novels & Stories

It was exactly 10 PM. The card Damien had given her felt like it was burning a hole in her purse. She had dressed on purpose—a long gown with a thigh-high slit that hugged every curve and showed just enough cleavage. If she was going to seduce Damien, she had to give it her all. Her hair was pinned up in a messy style, with loose strands framing her face. Her lips were painted a darker shade than usual, bold and daring. She rang the doorbell once. The door opened on its own seconds later.

I stood in front of the mirror and I couldn’t help but admire myself. The off-shoulder red velvety short gown fits perfectly. Revealing every curve and edge and even my cleavages. The makeover made my face sharper and more beautiful. Because the word beautiful was an understatement. “Here’s my card,” I said, handing over the golden unlimited credit card with the name Sophia Lancaster inscribed on it. The cashier gasped in shock, as well as the lady who had administered the whole clothes and every luxury thing I was wearing to me.

7 Arianna I never thought I’d get married in a dress stolen from a dead woman, but nothing about my life with Dante had ever followed rules. The gown had been tailored to fit me like it was made for my body. Silk white, low-backed and delicate lace clinging to my spind with a slit so high it whispered sin every time I moved. My hair was pinned up with jeweled combs, lips tinted rose, but I barely looked at the mirror. I couldn’t take my eyes off the window.

she said politely. Amelia’s eyes widened. “Seventy… thousand?” Miguel coughed awkwardly. “Seventy thousand?” “Yes, sir,” the cashier said cheerfully. “The gown is handcrafted in Italy with Swarovski beadwork.” Amelia looked at Miguel. “I think I just fainted.” Miguel laughed nervously. “You wanted perfect, right?” “Not ‘sell-a-kidney’ perfect,” she whispered. Still, when Miguel pulled out his black Amex card, she sighed and squeezed his arm. “You’re insane.”

“Husband? You’re delusional. Go shower, change, and sleep. Maybe by tomorrow you’ll think more clearly.” “No!” I grabbed the pink clothes and flung them across the room. They hit the wall and fell in a heap. “I said no! Take me home, Dante!” He didn't blink. He didn't even look angry anymore. He just stepped forward, one slow, heavy step at a time. I tried to scramble back, but he was too fast. His hand shot out, his fingers catching the delicate neckline of my chiffon gown, and with one violent, effortless jerk, he ripped the fabric.

replied the girl kindly. Soon, after looking around at the displayed clothes, Kevin had the items needed in his hand. One knee-length peach dress, a set of bra and panty, as well as a pair of shoes since the heels that Vanya wore had broken from the attempted escape from kidnapping earlier. All of them were from different famous brands. The clerk then guided him to the cashier and paid for the items. While scanning the price tag, she told Kevin, “I’m sure your wife is going to feel like the luckiest person on earth once you give this to her.” The man didn’t anticipate that remark and immediately asked, “I beg your pardon?”

After she completely gave over control of her body to him, what sort of insult would she endure again? Suddenly, she recalled what he had said before claiming her body again. Help me forget her tonight... She laughed sadly. That's it. There was a disclaimer before he claimed her body again. She acted foolishly by failing to consider it. She was so anxious to offer herself to him again that she didn't even listen to what he said. She was just a rebound! A Rebound bride! A Rebound wife! She was only an option. "Yaz?" He appeared to be very concerned about avoiding an unplanned pregnancy that evening.

" I'll do more than that for you babe." I crashed my body on his and kissed his cheek. I got up and started unpacking the bags. The gown was the most beautiful dress i had ever seen. And they're are so many diamonds on it. "It's beautiful!" I commented as I saw my gown. "You like it?" He asked with crossed legs and folded arms. "I love it! You have quite a good taste of what women loves..how much did this cost by the way?" I asked still staring at my gown and its beauty.

Married to My Enemy Chapter 3: Controlled in Public The black silk gown Alessandro had chosen for me clung to every curve like a second skin. It was elegant enough for the high-society gala — floor-length with a daring slit up one thigh and a plunging neckline that showed off the diamond necklace he had locked around my throat — but I knew its true purpose. It gave him easy access. I stood beside him in the crowded ballroom, champagne flute in hand, smiling politely at the same people whose families had been trying to destroy mine for years. Alessandro’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there.

I felt… like me. I was halfway through a strawberry tart when a sharp, sugary voice cut through the air behind me. “Well, well. So it’s true. The mysterious bride does exist.” I turned slowly, tart still between my fingers, and came face-to-face with a woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a couture magazine. Her gown shimmered in champagne gold, her diamonds screamed look at me, and her smile was sharper than her stilettos. “You must be Kimani,” she said, eyes raking over me with thinly veiled disdain. “How… quaint.”