Revenge Of The Castoff Bride Novels & Stories

She didn’t say a word. She just watched. My heart shattered. My mother shoved me into the car and slammed the door shut. “Take her away,” she ordered coldly. “No! Mom, I don’t want to go!” I begged, hitting the window. But she had already turned her back, and walked away She didn’t even look back. --- I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked like a perfect bride. Beautiful and elegant But her red, swollen eyes told the truth. She was broken.

“Every memory I have in this house... It’s all fake. Every kiss was a lie. Every night in that bed was a performance.” She reached down, her hands shaking so much she could barely grip her own finger. She yanked the diamond wedding band off and threw it at my face. It hit my cheek, drawing a thin line of blood, before bouncing onto the floor. “I hope you get your revenge,” she whispered, her voice suddenly, terrifyingly quiet. “I hope you burn my father’s empire to the ground, and I hope it’s enough to keep you warm at night. Because you have nothing else. You are a hollow, empty man, Stefano."

Between us and it stood a woman in red wedding clothes, hair streaming like weed. [Grudge spirit: Bride of the River.] She lifted her veil. Under it was Aunt Lan's face. False kin. No. False beloved. It smiled with Aunt Lan's mouth. "Come home for supper, Chen." Ava raised the crowbar. "I am so tired of this family-themed nonsense." The bride opened her arms. The upside-down river did not just reverse gravity. It reversed blame. Every regret I had tried to bury floated up bright and bloated: not visiting Grandpa Lu enough, not answering my father's last message, pretending my mother's death had made me practical instead of afraid.

It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me. But I had finally found something. A way to undo it. The curse. A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night. And tonight… was the third night. I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over: “She who breaks the vow must bleed her truth where the first bride wept.” A chill slithered down my back.

I am sure I’m ready for revenge; I’m ready to regain everything I’ve ever lost; I’m ready to make sure Simon regrets everything he’s done to me. Malakai didn't soften his tone, and his eyes remained stoic. "If you want revenge, you'll have to kill the person you were. The world already thinks you're dead. So, you'll have to bury that version of yourself. Kill Isabella Monroe. The woman who had everything—wealth, power, a name. The woman who was betrayed. That woman's gone."

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

Approaching the lion, he stuck his hand inside the gaping mouth and pulled out an old rusty key. Chris remembered her. She told him the secret of the exit. Thousands of nights ago, when they were still young, they smuggled out for a date. Lea Walden, the woman, forever locked the gate of his heart. No woman since Lea has ever threaded the path to his heart. Giving his all, she still left him broken and bitter. Chris Duvier closes his eyes, trying to erase the memory of that wound. He felt the hurt she inflicted eight years ago. Nothing seemed to heal his broken heart, no matter how much wealth and power he amassed. He needs to inflict the same pain to be free from his past. Revenge. He plans

But the drive was moving somewhere impenetrable and the time of the relocation was the day after my wedding, so I had to accelerate everything. Jenny and my wedding day became the day of extraction. Blood replaced vows. I paid for that drive with every relationship I cared about. I sacrificed the woman I loved. So if leverage belongs to anyone, it should be me. So when Mr. S demanded the drive, … I refused. But men like him don’t hear no. They hear war. He asked Emma to put a bounty on Jenny’s head. He believed fear would fold me, love would make me kneel. And… he was wrong.

Natalie said. After hearing her words, Lucian looked at her and tucked the small hairs that fell on her forehead behind her ears and said, "My revenge is over. Damien Denver and Nancy have been arrested by the police. I exposed all their plots in front of my grandfather. Grandfather immediately threw them out of the house. They are now in jail. Now our revenge is over. Now it's time to start a new life. So before I start a new life, I want to know a thing from you, will you marry me?"

“Fucking the bride’s sister at the venue is straight out of a cheap-ass p**n plot.” I didn’t bother replying. Just raise the bottle, let the bitterness burn its way down… The whole scene at the wedding was already enough. Cole had always been an asshole, but he proved once again that there was no bottom to his barrel. Watching him implode in public wasn’t worth my time, so I had completely ignored him and left him to handle his shit.