Novel & Cerita Mystery Bride's Revenge

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

My heart started thumping a rhythm. I closed my eyes, recalling the last memory from my previous life, It was a news report I had seen on the internet that shook the whole city. The headline flashed behind my eyelids, clear as day. HEIRESS MURDERED: Rose Hawthorne found dead in her father’s basement. Perpetrators: Husband and Best Friend. My blood turned to ice. I gripped the door handle so hard the plastic groaned. "Derek? You okay?" Silas asked, looking at me with concern.

''' I need to get powerful alright, and by doing that, it would make me get revenge on them and. ‘’So,’’ I interrupted her. ‘’you want to get married to me because you want to get revenge on your sister and her boyfriend?’’ She shifted again on her seat, clenched her fists, unclenched, and rolled her head backward for a moment, and then her eyes met with mine again. ‘’Look, you don’t have to…’’ she stopped talking when I stood up and looked behind her at the paparazzi outside the restaurant with their cameras at us. She followed my gaze and tried to look back, but I stopped her by blocking her view and leaning closer. She seemed startled initially, but I leaned in closer and whispered into h

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.

I turned immediately and ran out of tears, blurring my vision, and in that moment I made a vow—a vow to break his heart and make him regret every word he spoke to me. ****** The towering glass of the tall skyscraper seemed to mock me. I'd come a long way from the insecure girl I was in high school, and now here I am years later. I glanced down at my hands, which were wrapped tightly together, as though they could somehow steady my racing heart. I've waited years preparing for this moment, but now that I was finally here, I could feel the weight of reality settling down heavily on me. I adjusted my blazer one last time, taking a deep breath. This wasn't just about getting the job; this was ab

the priest said from the altar where he stood, cladded in a black tuxedo suit. “What? No, no, it can't be, no!” I murmured. It was happening, “no please no! I’m the bride! It’s me!” “Do you sir, Cormac know this lady?” the wedding celebrant asked out of the blue. “My husband doesn't——,” Ava was saying before Cormac interrupted her mid sentence. “No, I do not,” he replied coldly, staring deeply into my eyes. The once forest green eyes that were my safe haven held no emotions. They were cold like ice and blue.

“I married Elena for revenge. You know that. She is the key to destroying her father. Once I have what I need, she’ll be useless.” The words hit me like physical blows. My heart didn't just break; it felt like it was being ground into dust. I looked at my hands, shaking violently in my lap. The wedding ring on my finger felt as if it were burning into my skin. I looked up at Lucia. She was leaning back on the white leather couch, swirling her glass of red wine. She looked bored, but her eyes danced with a sick kind of joy. “You did this,” I rasped, my voice cracking. I pointed a trembling finger at her. “This is fake. You used some artificial intelligence to doctor the recording. You made th

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Purpose. They filled the hollow spaces inside her, dulled the sharp edges of rage and grief just enough for her to breathe. She knew she would never truly feel whole—not until every enemy had tasted their own undoing—but Vera had learned patience. Revenge didn’t have to be rushed. It only had to be precise. And, oddly enough, making a wedding outfit for her ex–best friend—who also happened to be marrying her ex-husband—was proving surprisingly therapeutic. “This material keeps pulling, Ms. Vera. I swear they lied when they said it was the original.” Maya grumbled, tossing another length of fabric into the growing heap of rejected material. It wasn’t the first one she’d discarded that morning