Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Castoff Bride

As the voice reverberated in Elma's ears, her heart skipped a beat. She turned around, only to find Gael's mother, Mrs Edgar, making her way towards her with an air of disapproval. Elma braced herself, knowing that trouble was looming around the corner. Mrs Edgar's eyes blazed with anger, her words piercing through the celebratory atmosphere. "Elma, how dare you? How could you just run out on my son's wedding? Don't you realize the disrespect you've shown to our family? Do you even know who we are?"

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.

And with a strength she had never possessed before. This marriage was not the end. It was the beginning. The beginning of a plan Jasmine had long kept in silence. **Revenge.** To be continued…

I walked out before either of them could see what was actually happening underneath my skin, a fault line splitting open between the woman I'd been an hour ago and whatever I was about to become. *************************************************************************************************************** Three blocks away, a man stood at a window high above the city with his phone pressed to his ear. "Boss." A woman's voice, clipped. "Speak," Lucian said. "Background's done on Mira Castellan. Wedding's tomorrow at noon at Aldermere Estate. "A pause. "There's more. Word is Damon and Killian Wrexley made an arrangement between them. They're planning to humiliate her in front of every guest a

I find the matches and drop one on the mattress, which takes seconds to catch fire. Here, in this deplorable shack, Habbab Argent, or Arslan, whatever his last name is, took care of murdering my reputation, as well as ripped out my heart. But he forgot to annihilate my physical body, so I will do it. I take off my engagement ring and my weddithem ring, leaving them on the night table, I let myself fall on the sofa, while I wait for the flames to consume me, I am aware that the pain will be unbearable, but nothing can be worse than the rejection of my husband.

Eugene Corleone said with an amused edge to his voice, "do you still want to marry me, Ms. Colombo?" I looked at myself in the mirror, at the burn marks on my throat left by the poison, and at the eyes that could no longer shed tears. I said, "I want it even more now because only you can give me real revenge." On the other end of the line, I heard the soft clink of a glass being set down. Eugene replied, "Tomorrow night at ten at the east cemetery of the Lucchese estate. Seventh row, third headstone, the one engraved with these words: Angela Lucchese, my love. Wear black and come alone. If you're followed, I'll watch you die."

My wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but now it's a nightmare. I hail a taxi and give the driver the address of the hotel Henry booked for our honeymoon. I'm going to make Henry pay for everything he's done to me. Throughout the drive, all I can think about is revenge. How I'm going to go about it tonight, I don't know but I'm going to do it regardless. I take off the detachable mermaid tail from my wedding dress, transforming it into a short dress and drop it in the passenger seat. When I reach the hotel, I realize I've got no money to pay the cab driver so I give him my gold bracelet as payment.

“You act like I asked to be married off to you. Like I wanted to be thrown like a second luggage . . . like some sort of Plan B into a marriage where I was treated like trash.” “But you liked it didn’t you?” I shoot back, “you liked the fame and the status it brought to your name, you liked being a Mrs. Armani.” “I was a fool!” “Finally something that we agree on.” “But it was all you. This marriage, our whole predicament, it was all you!” “Shut the fuck up!” “It was you who decided to crash the car on that fateful day and fucking kill the woman you love!” Out of control, I hurl the glass in my hand across the wall by my side, watching the pieces of glasses shatter across the room.