Mystery Bride's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry. My mom wants me to take over the family business. I don't have a choice but to end things. Take the money and live well." Before he could say more, Mrs. Smith cut in again, her voice full of poison. "You heard him. You're just a nobody. No one's ever going to marry a gold digger like you." The bride had had enough. Her anger boiled over. "Do you think I care about your stupid money?" she snapped. "I'd never marry a fake like your son!" She yanked off her veil and threw it on the floor. Gripping her bouquet tightly, she stormed over to Liam Hamilton, who was still trying to wrap his head around everything happening.

How her soft cleavage pressed against the blue cups of her gown, how dark and sexy her eyes looked. She was a territory he couldn't afford to cross. The Requiem's Bride was highly desirable but already claimed. He sat up immediately, trying to push the image of Camellia's smile though it was almost impossible to. His fingers slipped the letter up, finally sliding it open. The content was brief as always. Alejandro Ricci was not a man of many words. He always just left a name and manner of death. But when Mateo's eyes fully absorbed the information on it, his jaw dropped.

“I hated Belacroix. I… I hated her for ruining my life. She left me because she got rich. She took everything, everything, and I wanted to destroy her!” His breathing was erratic, and his chest was heaving. Daniel watched him carefully. “Who gave you the footage?” Caspian hesitated. The branding iron inched closer. “It was a woman!” he blurted. “I… I met her at a bar! We had a one-night stand, she forgot a flash drive at my place. I found the strange flash drive and opened it, saw the footage, and I… I took my chance. I wasn’t aware it was you, didn’t know you, I just… I wanted her to burn, and using something like that made sure it would spread like wildfire.”

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

Let me tell you that I am not Victoria, who is kind. I am Merry, a sassy bitch for people like you. I intentionally put my wedding responsibility in your hands. Will you dare to destroy my marriage now? Bet on me! Challenge me! Hahaha! I grabbed the towel and rubbed it on my face before exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Julian is standing in front of me, his hands crossed over his chest. There was no smile or smirk on his lips. Did I do something wrong? I don't understand. I don't recall making any mistakes in the previous few hours; rather, he committed the crime while attempting to convert the marriage into a contract.

"This is the guest list from that wedding. The name Ivy Chase—now Ivy Green—is clearly listed." Ryan stared at the words before him, at the photographs and records of Ivy’s past. The official marriage contract between their families. And most damning of all—the report of the accident that changed his life forever. The day his bride disappeared. Without a word. Without a reason. His mind went blank. Every piece of evidence Zoe presented felt like a knife cutting deeper into his trust. His throat tightened, and his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. But Zoe wasn’t finished. Her voice dropped lower, taking on a more ominous tone.

I asked Houston. Isabella asked. "Seriously, how a guy like you got a woman like Carmen to get married to just for a million dollars will forever remain a mystery to me. She's putting up with your bullshit just for the cash. She is so nice ...I think that she must have been high when she agreed to be your wife. Do you think that you can stop trying just because you are on a honeymoon? You are the one who made her mad! Of course, you have to put in the effort and apologize!" She told me.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'