Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Although to be honest, he very much doubted that he would be getting any rest, Seeing as he would probably be working with Alberto, their PR manager, on how best to curb a wild spread of a scandal involving a runaway groom, a jilted bride, and some very angry inlaws. But of course, none of that was happening, because here he was, playing husband. And all because the universe has taken it upon itself to be vengeful and unreasonably mean to Dante Gianferro de Castillo from the very moment he was conceived and born by ill fate. Dante had grown up feeling like the world was against him and he had had to fight twice as hard as anyone just to get by. To think that at some point, he had honestly fe

Chapter 12: Violetta I stare at the text on my phone until the screen dims. The jewelry. Mark is still using the old playbook, assuming I will crawl back for a handful of gold that was touched by the woman who helped him destroy my marriage. The audacity of it, offering me the heirlooms of the woman he’s currently sleeping with is a special kind of cruelty. I don't call him. I don't even type a long explanation. I send a single line: Keep the jewelry. Give it back to her. I’m sure she’ll need it to pay her next legal f*e.

“Do you truly think this is some science project? Wake up, dumb bitch. This isn't IVF with surrogate bullshit—this is me, carrying my baby! My own flesh and blood!” Jasper muttered under his breath. “Fuck’s sake, Lil.” The world spun around her, and she almost stumbled. Rose’s eyes kept darting from Lillian to Jasper. There was no denying what her mind already told her from the moment she saw the fitting necktie and dress. She whispered in dread. “Oh, no.” “Well, yes.” A taunting smile stretched Lillian’s pink, glossy lips. “I fucked your husband. And he got me pregnant.” “Christ,” Jasper groaned, pulling her to him. “Lillian, you're being unreasonable right now.”

"And when he goes, Vincent is taking the seat. Where does that leave you? A broke little boy playing with daddy's money." "You sharp-tongued little bitch," Julian spat, his eyes wild with a sudden, desperate panic. "You think you can turn on me? After everything I gave you?" "You gave me a knife in the back!" I yelled back, unconcerned if the people near the archway heard. "You traded me for Elena because she was easier to control! But look at me now, Julian. Look at what you threw away." Behind Julian, the heavy curtain to the corridor rustled. Elena stepped through, her golden dress shimmering in the dim light, her heels clicking fast against the floor.

“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."

she stood up tapping her jaw “what it would be like if someone added salt to your wounds My eyes widened at her words, i shook my head. My eyes pleading to her but she didn't care. A maid handed her a pack of salt and she poured It stung me the pain travelling in every corner ofmg body O screamed but they where all deafened by the rags in mouth The maids let go and i fell limp on the floor Her laughter echoed as she walked out. My hands where numb from the intense pain, i just lay there my tears falli g silently. **************** A few maids had helped me up to my roomand cleaned up the wound then left. I stared around at what my life had become Married to a man who hates me.

“What exactly do you want, Fidelia? Just tell us.” That voice and tone sounded like desperation laced with defeat. Fidelia smiled, sweet and slow. “What I want is already happening. You’re going to attend the wedding. You’re going to smile, nod, and hand over your fake blessings. Then, when the cameras are off and the guests are gone, you’ll stay quiet. No stunts. No sabotages. Nothing.” Bridget scoffed. “You can’t control us forever.” “I don’t need to,” Fidelia replied, turning toward her room with quiet, fierce satisfaction. ‘Watch me rise while you rot.’

Because I finally I was finally free, I had said goodbye, I had looked into his eyes and saw nothing. I remembered...I was not here to rekindle our relationship. I was not here to remind him that I loved him. Or to remind myself that I loved him. Or for this marriage. Or our past. Or anything tied to “us.” I was here to get what was owed to me. To get back my father’s property. To reclaim what was taken from me. And if, in the end, I get my revenge? Then all the better. After today, I know that I would love nothing but to see him hurt just as much as he did me.

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.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me