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

A woman’s voice — fierce, trembling, unmistakably enraged — erupted from a few paces away. Tessa flinched, her eyes darting toward the sound. Camila pulled her sunglasses down her nose, scanning the scene. A striking woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a gold wrap dress now fluttering wildly in the wind, stood with arms folded tightly, glaring at the man beside her — tall, sun-kissed, and visibly uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot like a guilty schoolboy. “I came all this way, dressed like a goddess, thinking we were rekindling our marriage,” the woman hissed, “and you thought it was a brilliant idea to book your side chick into the same resort

That was the worst part. Because there I was, flawless on the surface. Not in white, but in black. A masterpiece of bridal defiance. The satin hugged my frame like a second skin, rich and inky, with lace as sharp as grief tracing the edges of my sleeves. I looked like a woman walking toward her own beautifully staged betrayal. Not the blushing bride in white, but a dark omen in heels.

It was a monstrosity of lace and taffeta that screamed 'I'm trying too hard to impress people I don't even like. Deja stared at it, the memory suddenly clicking into place. In the original book, Dominique sabotaged this dress! It ripped right in front of Ren and his associates, and he was so embarrassed he broke off the engagement right there! A slow, devious smile spread across Deja's face as she reached for the dress. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Mother." Her mother's expression shifted suddenly, a flicker of alarm crossing her features. She snatched the dress back so quickly that Deja barely saw her move.

" Have to be... You are so lovely that I can't even think of anything else but you. " " Liar!! " " No!! I am sorry for hurting you and rejecting you when we got married. " Let's not talk about all that... It was a bad phase, which has gone. I am glad that we are happy now. " But still I should have talked to you. I was an idiot that I Rejected my bride. " " It's ok!! I have taken my revenge. I made you crazy till you accepted the Rejected Bride." She said. " Yes!!! Let's get married again." " Okay!! " " Awww... My Charming bride." ************

“Oh no, dear, we can’t prolong it for too long. In fact, I wanted to ask that you come along with me. We shall prepare you ahead of your wedding. You need proper care. You need a total makeover. My son hates to see hair on a woman’s body, he hates ladies that aren’t smelling nice. Also, I’d like to take you shopping. You have to do a complete wardrobe makeover…” The more she spoke, the lesser Saffron found her likable– not like she even liked the woman in the first place. And she was also sure that the woman didn’t like her too. She was only showing this great enthusiasm because she desperately needed her for breeding children like she’s a baby manufacturing machine! With her intestines alre

"He was already angry enough when I refused to bring Pascha. Bringing Jullian is a small repayment for all they've done for me so far." "Exactly," Aurora said, patting my shoulder proudly. "Now, stand up. I need to make sure the dress looks perfect on you." I stood up slowly, wearing a deep red satin dress with an elegant cut that hugged my body perfectly. The soft satin shimmered in the lamplight, giving off a glamorous vibe that contrasted with my still-troubled feelings. ::::

I placed my palm flat over his bloody knuckles. His skin was warm and rough, but his grip closed around my fingers with absolute firm certainty. Three days later, the velvet ropes outside the Plaza Hotel opened for us like a gate to a kingdom. I stepped out of the back of the armored sedan into a wall of camera flashes and dark suits. The emerald silk gown Vincent had chosen for me swept the stone steps, heavy and smooth. Around my throat rested the Moretti family crest in platinum and black diamonds, a piece of ice that practically announced my elevated status to every family captain watching from the terrace.

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up!" Sasha glided up to us, looking insanely extravagant in a massive, heavy royal gown of blood-red velvet, covered in sparkling diamonds and gold chains. Her hair was styled into an elaborate high crown, and her face was heavily painted. She looked like a walking display of wealth, her chin tilted high in the air. She smiled smugly at us, resting her hands over her stomach. "Have you fianlly come to senses and come support your sister on her glorious coronation day, Larry?" I narrowed my eyes at her, my blood instantly turning cool. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so bad!

"Ethan! And the mystery bride!" Julian Reed approached us, a glass of vintage scotch in his hand and a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. Beside him was Cassandra, looking like a porcelain doll in a gown of blood-red lace. "Aria, you look... transformed," Cassandra said, her gaze raking over my diamonds. "It’s amazing what a billionaire’s bank account can do for a girl’s complexion. Tell me, do you miss the Florida humidity? Or have you scrubbed the scent of the swamp off for good?"

Somewhere in Italy, watching her revenge unfold like a chess master pleased with her strategy. Two weeks after the Rothschild disaster, I received a package at my apartment. No return address. Just a plain box with my name. Inside was a wedding dress. Beautiful, expensive, exactly my size. And a note. For your wedding. Since I know Declan will eventually ask and you will eventually say yes despite everything. Consider it a gift from one woman who loved him to another who is about to learn what that really costs. Wear it when he breaks you completely. When he makes you into another Elena. Another Rebecca. Another name on his list of women who did not matter. And remember: I tried to warn you.