Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Castoff Bride

The hotel room smelled like lies. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for forty-seven minutes. The wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. White silk. Pearls. A costume for a bride who did not exist. I counted the minutes on the digital clock. Red numbers. The same red as my mother's nail polish in the photograph hidden in my suitcase. The contract waited on the bedside table. Four pages. Legal jargon. A marriage agreement between Victor Thorne's daughter and Rex Marchetti. I picked up the pen.

I stayed silent for a second. “I’m not lying, Dadi.” She leaned forward slightly. “You married her for revenge, didn’t you? She looked pale… not like a bride. Something is wrong.” She always sees too much. I forced a calm expression. “Dadi, we got married a month ago. Why would she look like a new bride?” But she wasn’t distracted. “Tell me the truth. You married her for revenge, didn’t you?” I clenched my jaw. “No.” A lie. Then she said something I wasn’t prepared for.

I frowned and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm here to get married as well, so step aside—I'm going in!" Winnie gathered up her wedding gown and marched over to me, unable to hide the sheer jealousy and hatred in her eyes. "Why have you always been taking things from me since childhood, Hannah? I can let you have the wedding gown, but I will never let you have Mason!" That single sentence caused a collective gasp to echo through the crowd. "What's going on here? Did the eldest daughter of the Lowe family actually steal the wedding gown, and now she's going after the groom as well?"

" Have to be... You are so lovely that I can't even think of anything else but you. " " Liar!! " " No!! I am sorry for hurting you and rejecting you when we got married. " Let's not talk about all that... It was a bad phase, which has gone. I am glad that we are happy now. " But still I should have talked to you. I was an idiot that I Rejected my bride. " " It's ok!! I have taken my revenge. I made you crazy till you accepted the Rejected Bride." She said. " Yes!!! Let's get married again."

"Mr.Emerson, Miss Quest." "Yes?" Jeff smiled. Mr. Quade looked at Bethany .“Miss Quest, could you do me a favor?" "Me?" Bethany pointed to herself. Mr.Quade nodded. "Yes. My daughter was sent back home overnight, so we need a new bridesmaid today. I" "You want Benny to be the bridesmaid?" Jeff raised his eyebrows. Bethany opened her mouth wide in surprise. Mr. Quade said flatly, "You're right, Mr. Emerson. Miss Quest, please.” Then he bowed to Bethany.

"Vivian! How can you just call off a wedding like that?! You're making a laughingstock of our family! What is my son supposed to do now?! Stop this nonsense and come home. There's still so much to do before the big day—it's right around the corner!" I let out a soft laugh. "Oh, I'm still getting married. Just not to your son. Why are you so upset? And I thought you couldn't stand me? What's with the desperate begging now?" Her face turned a sickly shade of gray. She stood there, mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. Before she could muster a reply, Celeste stumbled out from behind the landscaping, barefoot and clutching her designer heels—looking even more pathetic than Asher's mot

“Or... a villain. He could be a villain. He said he’s your husband. But I didn’t see a wedding invitation on the fridge!” I blinked. Obviously. In Sienna’s world, the legitimacy of a marriage was determined by whether the invitation got stuck on the refrigerator. Makes sense. Totally. Angela yawned from the couch. She was curled up sideways, hugging a body pillow that had somehow become permanently hers. On the TV screen, a Turkish soap zoomed in on a bearded man staring mournfully at the rain through a window. “Nicholas de Castello kinda looks like Ferhat,” Angela mumbled.