Looting Bride Manhwa Novels & Stories

Ella POV I smoothed my hand down the side of my gown, deep burgundy, fitted at the waist, with a slit that stopped just above the knee. My jewelry was simple. Luciano sent a few choices, and I chose a thin gold necklace and matching earrings. I heard small feet padding down the hallway before I heard her voice. “Aunty Ella, you look so pretty!” Lovie appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide, her hands clasped together like she was watching something magical. Luca appeared behind her a second later, quieter but just as curious.

Referenced documents that Wells's team could subpoena to verify his account. He described the blood debt system's human operations. How families were identified and targeted. How their financial vulnerabilities were manufactured or exploited. How the honor contracts were drafted and presented. How the women were monitored and controlled after the marriages were completed. He described Hana's situation. Delia's. Raquel's. Not with empathy. With the clinical precision of a man describing a machine he'd operated alongside for years and was now reverse-engineering for prosecutors.

I let my eyes wander at the close range examining his thick eyebrows that spread on his warm tan skin. When he leaned closer, my gaze dwindled to his lips and they tilted slightly as he closed the distance. As our lips brushed, the sound ripped through the vaulted ceiling, bouncing off the walls, shaking the chandeliers above. “Crack!” A scream tore out of me as my body jolted, and Nikolai’s hands were suddenly on me, pressing me down. Bullets ricocheted against marble and glass. Tables splintered. Screams filled the air, sharp and panicked. The perfect, cold wedding became a warzone in seconds.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

The touch burned. “Name,” he said. His voice was low, rough, velvet over steel. “Elara Thorne.” He studied her face like he was memorizing it. Then he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You just triggered the bond, little human. That makes you mine.” He straightened. Turned to face his pack. “The claiming is over. She is my bride.” Outrage exploded. Shouts, snarls, bodies shifting forward. Kael didn’t flinch. He simply let his eyes glow brighter, solid molten silver, and the pack froze.

Isla said impatiently. I looked at Luna now. “The Rose of BlackMoon Pack,” the people often called her for her unfathomable beauty but to me now, she looked mad ugly with the scowl that was pasted on her face. Unlike his benevolent Alpha, Luna wasn't a fan of “peasants” like me. I cleared my throat. “You want me to replace Lyanna as the Lycan's bride?” “Yes! That's what we've been saying for the past 30 minutes!” Luna Isla repeated while raising her voice.

While she moaned in pleasure, her eyes filled with trust and adoration, I injected a heavy dose of my venom into her veins. It was agonizing for me, seeing her this way, knowing that she could never fight the darkness within her. My heart shattered as fate twisted cruelly. My Bride couldn’t escape her own nature. With tears burning my eyes, I had placed my slumbering Bride in a coffin and buried it deep within the earth, leaving her in an eternal sleep until I could find a way to cure her thirst.

I whimpered as his harsh hands pulled my hair almost as though he wanted to pull it off my scalp then he dragged me into a corner where he flung me on the ground. “I've searched for you for days… you think you can steal from me and get away?”, his tone was threatening and I wouldn't be surprised if he was hiding a gun in the pockets of his coat Fuck, this was bad. I was in Luca's neighbourhood and the last thing I wanted was for Luca to see me like this. The man fisted my hair and pulled me up painfully. “You thief! You're just a worthless animal and a slut! Where is it?! The diamond chain you stole?!” He barked, his eyes flashing with murder.

Each one was poised with a bleeding fist pressed into the opposite palm, ready to strike. Suddenly, one of the brides was yanked into the air by an unseen force, her neck compressing, veins bulging as the pressure mounted. Her flesh buckled and burst, her entire form collapsing into a splatter of thick blood. The others glanced at her remains, their expressions hidden beneath veils, their red eyes unblinking and unfazed. “What just happened?” Vienna blurted. “Who did it?” “Salamander,” Stringmaster said. “Vergilius is using the life force of each of his brides.”