Revenge Of The Castoff Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Theo stared at the picture but his hands mistakenly swiped it to the next video. Theo’s brow furrowed. “What was this?” “Oh,” Rory said quickly, snatching the phone back, “That was just me playing around with my cousin. We fight like cats sometimes.” Clarissa laughed, brushing it off. “Girls will be girls.” Theo didn’t smile. “So it’s done,” he murmured. He turned to Mr. Hart. “Bring in the bride gifts. And the gown.” Two men in dark suits brought in the ornate boxes and garment bag, laying them on the couch. Rory beamed like she’d won a crown. Clarissa’s eyes shimmered with silent triumph.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

"I saw the badge. I saw the men who—" "A forgery," Catalina said, cutting through my protest gently but firmly, her tone patient in a way that made me want to scream. "Crafted by someone who understood exactly what symbol would send you running toward the wrong enemy for the rest of your life. Someone who needed the true culprit hidden behind a lie strong enough to survive twenty years and a child's grief." My mind raced back to the dream — the flawed crest, the metalwork slightly wrong in a way I'd somehow known even in sleep, the shadowed figure moving through smoke, the voice that had broken something open inside me the moment I recognized it.

Stefan pushed Ashley aside and looked at the family members sitting on the couches. "Big uncle, six years back, I fell in love with Valerie Black, who was a daughter of a single mother and born out of wedlock. That was the reason you did not only oppose her alliance in our family, but chased me out of the house and disowned me." "When I had already been disowned by the family, I cared nothing else and decided to get married to Valerie. When we were on our way to the civil affairs bureau, a few goons attacked us, they beat both of us brutally and Valerie was more severely injured than me."

Gael reciprocates the gesture, and after greeting his parents, they return to the car and have lunch together at Gael’s house. Citrine spends the rest of the afternoon getting to know her fiance’s parents. She thought they’d make good in-laws because they’re both sweet and gentle people. But, apparently, her relationship with them would take a different turn when the wedding ceremony arrived. She felt sorry for them because she knew the wedding would be a disaster. She is feeling guilty, but... Nobody could stop her from exacting her revenge. “GOOD EVENING, Ma’am Citrine,” A deep male voice greeted her as she wait outside the car. She turned around to find a tall man, whom she recognized imm

"He hired you. Kept you close. Made sure you were exactly where Sebastian needed you." Robbin helped kill her father. The man who gave her granola bars. Who stared at her with kind eyes. "Marry Aiden," the woman says. "Find the proof. Payments. Emails. Sebastian keeps everything. He thinks he's untouchable." "And if I find it?" "Then you destroy them all. And your father gets justice." Olivia folds the photograph. Puts it in her pocket. "I'll do it," she says. "I'll marry him. I'll find the proof. And I'll make them pay."

Igor had planned to create a scandal, hoping the Shaw family would be pressured into marrying their daughter to him, but Elaine fiercely resisted, causing his scheme to backfire disastrously. The Shaw family, who had only attended the banquet out of respect for Brian, was outraged by Igor's actions. They cut ties with the Torreys and became bitter enemies. In her past life, Ariana had stepped in to mediate, enduring intense humiliation from the Shaw elders to save Igor from being sent to jail. She had poured her heart and soul into protecting Gwen and Igor. Yet, in the end, they had repaid her with betrayal, fleeing with stolen funds after the Torreys went bankrupt, leaving her to clean up t

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.

“Before you embarrass yourself even more.” At that moment, Bridget burst into the room, drawn by the shouting. Her eyes landed on Fidelia like daggers. “You fucking snake!” Bridget screamed. “How could you?! You stole my husband! You stole everything from me!” Fidelia turned her head slightly, giving her stepsister a slow, deliberate look, her smirk widening. “My little cheating sister, point of correction ,” she said sweetly, voice laced with venom. “I took back what was never yours to begin with. You were just borrowing him until I got bored. Thanks for keeping him warm for me.”

“They went too far, Nic! They cheated on me and they stole my dream wedding! Plus, they made me pay for their florist! Every single discount they got for their wedding was because of me! Because those suppliers thought I was going to be the bride! Now, that’s cheap!” John shook his head and took a gulp of his beer. Dannie nodded “I’m sorry, Nic. But I agree with Astrid. The only way she can get back at them for what they did to her, is to shine brighter than the bride on her wedding day, and to make the groom ask himself, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’” Dannie smiled at me. “I’m with you, Ash. Let’s find you the perfect man for the job!” I was all set and excited for the next day. We were a