Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Castoff Bride

Damian started by offering to escort her home, and initially, Martha refused, but Damian insisted, saying, "This road is dangerous. There was a robbery a few days ago. If you don't want to, it's okay." Martha began to feel scared, and she accepted Damian's help again, letting him escort her home. Damian continued to strategize to make Martha fall into his arms. With his skill in words and winning hearts, Damian successfully conquered Martha, leading to marriage. Unfortunately, Damian made a wrong move; he failed to get all of Martha's wealth because he couldn't control his own desires. And it ended up like this. *Flashback off Damian sighed repeatedly, "Forgive me, Martha." That was the only

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a

But her signature looks like someone cried into it. Cast points a very well manicured finger at a line that says beta and my name. "You sign here, your legal name." I look over the contract. It's a contract of marriage that will unite and bring peace between us. I finish my drink and hand him my cup to pour me another. I want to fucking explode. How can he force me to marry the bitch who killed Liv? I want to rip his head off at his arrogance. But, as I'm reading the contract it says must be married for one year or until a future hire has been bred. This sick son of a bitch wants to breed his own daughter. I'm disgusted. I also begin to do a happy dance inside. The closer I am to his daughte

“If you can remember, I had issues with my ID when we got married. There’s no record of our marriage anywhere. I didn’t register it when the issue was corrected. Do whatever you like. You are a free woman.” Mary let out a bloody laugh. “Oh, this is rich. All that drama, and you weren’t even his wife. You were just a live-in maid throwing tantrums. No wonder he went to Delia. At least she’s worth something.” My chest felt like it was caving in. I looked at James. “I gave you three years of my life and four years of relationship.” “And I gave you a place to live,” James shot back. “Food to eat. A bed to sleep in. You should be thanking me. Instead, you had me arrested like some common criminal

she returned the kit and tilted her head, “rest well, Valentina.” And immediately I was all alone. Every scene from yesterday flashed in my eyes immediately. Camila escaped, leaving me. Dad used me as a collateral and here I was married to a Don that didn't even care enough to introduce me to the house. What was I even saying? Did I expect that from a mafia Don? A bitter laugh left me as I adjusted on the bed. Why did Nikolai marry me? What was I about to be used for? To give him heirs? Or something worse?

She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way. Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase. Then I saw her. My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously towards mine. “Callum.” My father said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is your bride; her name is Marlowe.”

Not his charm, but his words, able to knock on doors I’ve kept bolted shut: the door where Tatiana, the brace-faced girl who only wanted to be considered worthy, still waits. “I’ll reconsider a wedding this week,” I said quietly. “But if you so much as drag me to the altar without my final approval, the headlines won’t be about a joyous celebration, they’ll read, Groom Found Buried Beneath Giant Snowman Named Señor Handsome!” Hugo laughed in relief. “Deal. And Señor Handsome will make a formidable star witness.” “Then… can we go home now? Ballero must be waiting for us at the villa.”

Her face had gone through several things and had landed somewhere past anger, in the territory of a person watching something they had suspected for a long time become impossible to deny. Preston walked over to Alaric, who was in no state to have a conversation but was going to have one anyway. "The woman your wife has been blaming," Preston said, his voice low and even, "was wearing the same outfit as your mistress that day. Someone made sure of it. Someone took photos designed to look like something they weren't and made sure your wife received them." He paused. "Scarlett Huntington has nothing to do with you. She never did." Alaric's response was not coherent.

“What I’m thinking is that we may have an opportunity coming up. Mario Alfonso’s wedding. They stole something from me, and now I will steal something from them.” Misha nods, his eyes narrowing as she understands the implication. “You want to disrupt Alfonso’s wedding?” He asks, his tone hushed but eager. “That could be our chance to strike back and show them who’s really in control.” I nod in agreement. Revenge is on my mind, and I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of taking it on the Outfit. “Exactly,” I say with a grin. “It’s hard to have a wedding without a bride. I want to make them pay for what they’ve done to us. And what better way to do that than by ruining