Revenge Of The Jilted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

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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 said, my voice getting lower and lower. "You did what? So it was true? You're married?" My mom's voice got louder. "And you were okay with this? You're clearly taking advantage of my daughter!" My mom turned to Dominic, who was standing behind me. "With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Hemenez, Lilary and I—" "It was me who begged, Mom. I was the one who pleaded with him to marry me so I could take my revenge," I cut Dominic off smoothly. "That doesn't matter, Lilary! He still took advantage of you! Are you even thinking straight? He's like fifteen years older than you!" My mom shouted.

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."

Soft and expensive and beautiful. A costume for the final act of my revenge. In six weeks, Lucas Hart would make me his wife again. And he would have no idea that he was marrying his own victim. The woman he thought he had killed. The ghost who came back to haunt him. I was going to wear that perfect dress. Say those perfect vows. Play the perfect bride. And then I was going to destroy everything Lucas had built on top of Rachel's grave. Six weeks. That was all the time Lucas Hart had left before his past caught up with him.

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife." Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?" He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death. "I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone." "Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

The Luke family stood frozen under the weight of countless scrutinizing gazes, their expressions pale with shock, unsure of how to respond. Ivy looked at the images, her eyes devoid of fear or excuses—just an eerie emptiness. This was happening again. She was used to being humiliated. But she refused to drag Luke into this mess. Stepping forward, her voice was calm yet resounded throughout the hall with unwavering clarity: “This wedding… I am calling it off.” A deafening silence followed. Gasps of disbelief filled the air. No one could fathom that the bride herself would be the one to cancel her own wedding.

Love was nothing and for him it meant nothing. "Let's go." I whispered to him. I walked with a sway to my hips towards the dark hallway. I was tempting him, seducing him, and alluring him in my game of revenge upon him. There was a room at the end of the hallway. How did I know it? Aiden took me there, this club belonged to his friend that was what he told me. Couples surrounded the hallway kissing each other, coping a feel of their partner. With a seductress glance, I looked behind to see Aiden still in my tow. He wanted me and I wanted him to want me, but our reasons were different. He was lusting after me and wanted to dive in that pool of lust and sex but I, on the other hand, wanted to

It was a miracle how after years of taking therapy I could finally walk. This isn't some childish revenge game. She did terrible things to me and till date, I still feel disgusted at how such a young teenage girl could be so evil. So marrying her isn't revenge, I am just returning a favor. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to see it was a call from one of my gold-diggers, I knew none of them loved me, not like I cared, they gave me what I wanted in return for what they wanted. It was a win-win.

I didn’t waste my time, and I immediately went where Shantelle was. She was mad at me when she finally found out about the fake marriage. I saw how hurt she was and how deep the wound I had caused her. I wanted to explain myself. I wanted to correct everything, but she didn’t want me near her anymore. I wanted her to know what I truly felt, but I couldn’t. It was ironic. At first, she was the one who wanted to be forgiven because of ruining my wedding, but now I was the one who sought her forgiveness because I faked our wedding.