Mystery Bride's Revenge Novels & Stories

My gaze was sharp as a blade, forcing her to keep shrinking backward. "Chloe, I'm genuinely curious. Can you teach me how a bride who never left the camera frame for even one second, in front of one hundred and fifty thousand people...managed to project her soul out of her body, teleport to the second-floor lounge, and pin you against the wall?" On screen, the comments were scrolling like a blizzard. [CALL THE POLICE. Arrest this lying fake-ass bitch.] [The bride was interacting with us the whole time. She didn't even go to the bathroom. Are you saying she assaulted her using telepathy?]

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

DOMINIC'S POV She walked down the aisle, slow and steady, hand in hand with her dad. At least she has one. When she reached me, he let go, and finally I looked at her gown. I shouldn't have. It reminded me of another wedding. Another bride. A memory I didn’t ask for. I quickly shoved it back down. This wasn't the past. This was business. A transaction between two families. That’s all weddings ever were to me now; contracts dressed up in white lace.

“It looks elegant. Not too overwhelming.” Chatrine was reviewing the designs when she heard her. Without thinking, she looked up. “That is too simple for a bride.” The words escaped before she could stop them. Eva froze. The atmosphere instantly changed. Chatrine realized her mistake. Too late. The gown was meant for a bride. But Eva still believed she was only preparing for a fake engagement. Slowly, Eva turned toward her. Her eyes widened. “Bride?” Chatrine tried to recover. “I mean... for an important event like this, every woman should look special, even if it is only...”

The sky over Manhattan was a bruised purple, and Charlotte felt a heavy knot of anxiety tightening in her throat as she rode the elevator up to the forty-eight floor. Over the weekend, Ethan’s legal team had quietly finalized the initial wire transfer. Her mother’s medical bills in Chicago were completely paid off, wiped clean from the hospital's ledger. It was a miracle that should have brought her absolute peace, but as she stepped onto the polished marble floor of the executive suite, she knew the bill for that miracle was about to come due. On her left ring finger sat a delicate, platinum band holding a brilliant round-cut diamond. It wasn't ostentatious—she had refused the massive, flas

"I'll marry him. I'll find the proof. And I'll make them pay." The woman nods and stands to leave. "Wait," Olivia says. "What's your name?" "You don't need my name. You just need the truth." She walks away, disappearing into the stacks. Olivia sits alone in the empty café, hands shaking. Her father was murdered. Robbin helped. And she's about to marry the killer's son. She pulls out her phone. Texts Chloe: "I'm coming home. We need to talk. Everything." Three dots appear. Then: "I'm waiting."

I turned. The mirror glowed faintly in the dark, like a window lit from another world. The woman inside it moved—not like a ghost, but like a prisoner pacing her cage. She pointed toward the wall. I followed her gaze—toward a painting. A young bride in colonial lace. Her eyes held secrets. Her smile… defeat. The name beneath: > “Anindya Damar, 1893 – Disappeared on Her Wedding Night.” The voice returned, stronger. > “The curse feeds on brides. On purity. On memory. But one bride... was never forgotten.”

There was no sign of my half-sister, Vanessa. “You may now kiss the bride” The officiant announced with a huge smile and both Sebastian and I stepped forward simultaneously. I was confused by how fast everything was going. “They are going to sense your hesitation” he whispered as he leaned forward. His lips brushed against my lips softly and I shivered slightly. It was then I realized that I was afraid, because of his threat and also because of the weird reaction his lips stirred inside me. I don't know what I expected but his lips were surprisingly soft and warm, not as cold as his heart was.

"Tonight, you must stay by my side." I nodded in unwilling acceptance. I knew my duty today was to be his perfect wife. We walked into the event together, my arm loosely linked with his. I felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on us—eyes of suspicion, curiosity, and some even seemed displeased. I tried to smile and greet people politely, but inside, I felt incredibly uneasy. As I was walking behind Phupha to greet an important guest, my gaze suddenly fell upon a woman standing not far from us. She stood out in a striking fiery red evening gown. Her face was beautiful and sharp, her piercing eyes fixed on Phupha and me with an expression full of displeasure... and vengeance!

" 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." ************