Mystery Bride's Revenge Novels & Stories

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

plate right on the back of the car. Without a doubt, it was a wedding car. Finn hadn’t been bothered at first and was about to look away when the car window rolled down and revealed the bride’s delicate profile. A face he knew all too well. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, his smile froze and pupils contracted sharply. “Annalise Wright!”

He himself didn't really care, it's just that he hadn't had enough fun with the game yet, and he was pretty satisfied with his current identity. So the bride didn't notice how skilled he was, but compared to those four, she knew that after it got completely dark, no one had ever managed to get into the town and find her on their own. This pale young guy wasn't simple! But no matter how hard it was, it couldn't beat her. All the resentment in Morrison Hollow was hers! The bride looked up, and she was already floating in the air. Blood was running down all the walls of the house. The food in the basket gave off a rotten smell, the whole room was filled with a gloomy, resentful vibe, and it was

My bride was far better than her, far far better. “Yes. This is what you are missing out on.” She responded as we kept on walking. I helped myself from laughing. We got closer to the gardens and on closer look I saw it was not a gardener working the plants, It was my Luna! Mara! “You have got to be kidding me..” I mouthed as my gaze went over and what she was wearing. She had on a very old tee shirt and shorts, her hair was packed to the back, with mud stains on her cheek and honestly she still looked drop dead gorgeous.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

I'm staring up at the top parapet when it occurs to me to look down. Her door is open. I scream as I charge down the stairs. I will kill her. Not my bride but Acasia. She wouldn't dare. I burst into the room to find it empty. Fire leaves my human throat and the bedding goes up in flames. My bride will pay dearly for running from me, and I will have revenge on Acasia.

I'm staring up at the top parapet when it occurs to me to look down. Her door is open. I scream as I charge down the stairs. I will kill her. Not my bride but Acasia. She wouldn't dare. I burst into the room to find it empty. Fire leaves my human throat and the bedding goes up in flames. My bride will pay dearly for running from me, and I will have revenge on Acasia.

End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!” Hasty dialing her daughter's phone, Miranda started to panic. “Marriano, she won’t pick up her phone.” “Miranda, the wedding is about to start! Where is your damn daughter??” “She is your daughter too, Marriano” After having some few exchanges of quarreling, Miranda asks the wedding organizer. “Can we just wait for a little more? I’m sure they are on their way here” “All the guests are asking if there is something wrong. Where is the bride?”

“This must look like a full-blown circus to you all, like I'm just a sad, petty ex-wife. But no. I want to give every single one of you a real reason to listen before I walk out that door, because I genuinely have somewhere important to be, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.” Readjusting the microphone closer to my lips, my gaze locked onto one specific man. As if he already knew it was his personal case file I was about to blow wide open, he was already glaring daggers at me from the crowd. “As most of you who attended our wedding already know, Nicodemo Harrington and I are married. We got married on the very day I was murdered... almost. Yet here I am, standing before you today, very mu