Mystery Bride's Revenge Novels & Stories

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

His eyes met mine. The priest hurried through the rest. Something about the Moon Goddess and eternal bonds and pack law. I wasn't listening. I was staring at the white sheet covering the bride's body twenty feet away. They'd carried her off to the side. Out of the way. Like she was furniture. "I caught a glimpse of her hand before they covered it. Something green under her fingernails. Like... plant residue? Or something else?" "You may now kiss the bride." My head snapped up. "Wait, we don't have to—"

“Please don’t throw anything else!” The lights flicked on. A woman stood across the room, breathing hard, one hand still in the air like she wasn’t sure if she should faint or scream. She looked about mid-forties, in a pale blue robe with a hair net slipping off one side. Her expression morphed from panic to stunned realization. “Oh my God,” she whispered, clutching her chest. “It’s you… the bride… I almost—oh, Lord, I could’ve killed you!” I gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah… well, I’m flattered you thought I was dangerous.”

"Do you, Marco fucking Powell, take me, Dante Russo, to be your husband… in sickness… and in health?" I clawed at his wrist, panic hurrying me as black spots spun in front of my eyes. "Yes!" I wheezed. "Yes, I do!" His hand loosened, and I pitched forward, sucking in air like I'd been drowning. The officiant didn't flinch. What the hell was this place? I barely had time to recover before the man said, "You may now kiss the bride." My head jerked up, eyes wide. "The what—"

At the threshold he paused, his voice carrying back to her. “Sleep in peace tonight, my bride,” he said. “Tomorrow, I will show you why you must obey.” Then he left, his steps fading into the silence. Bliss sank to her knees in the aisle, her body trembling. The key cut into her palm where she had clutched it too tightly, leaving an imprint against her skin. She pressed her forehead to the cold wood of the pew, tears slipping down her face. The house had called her, and Damon had caught her. Yet still, deep inside, the certainty burned. She would return again. She would open the latches. Whatever truth lay hidden, she would find it.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

Clara suddenly reached toward the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife. “N-no…please put it down.. it's dangerous.” Olivia stumbled backward, her entire body trembling. “Please… don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything…” Her voice shook with fear. Just then, the commotion reached the ears of Mrs.Mason. She hurried into the kitchen—and the moment she saw what was happening, the blood drained from her face. Clara stood there with the knife in her hand, while Olivia stood frozen before her, trembling uncontrollably.

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife." Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?" He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death. "I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone." "Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

Or maybe that was his own pulse finally spiking. He leaned closer, close enough to smell her perfume. Different now, something floral and innocent that made him want to corrupt it with his touch. "How have you been, my runaway bride?" The words were barely a whisper, but they made her gasp like he'd shouted them. Her gaze darted frantically around the bookstore. Looking for escape routes, for help, for her father's watchdogs who thought they were protecting her from shadows when the real danger wore expensive Gucci leather jacket and smiled like sin.

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?