روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Gasps went up around the room while I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. "What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Wolfe asked, eyes narrowed. "She's famous," he laughed, "Her own husband pimps her out to advance his career." Blood drained from my face at the way everyone was staring at me, expressions ranging from horror to disgust to pity. I knew I couldn't be here a second longer. Grabbing my purse, I immediately jumped to my feet and fled, ignoring the snickers and Sebastian roaring my name. I didn't need him for my revenge. I'd find another way.

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?"

She yelped, the skin around her eyes wrinkling. “You know my husband, so modest and I of course. We will send it over in due time.” “Oh that is why I love you so.” She met some important women and I bid her goodbye and turned around. I just had to have her in the clutch of my hand then I would demand what I wanted from her. She should retrieve her assistance from Cormac. I certainly did not prepare any gift, but I had said it, I would commit to it now. The more I felt myself soften for Cormac the more I would tighten my revenge reins.

I cleared every single thought out of my head to listen as closely as I could. “Zeus Sterling?” the second girl asked. My heart skipped a beat right in my chest. “Yeah, Sterling! He called off his wedding again today for the fifth time!” “Wait, what? Why?” the second girl gasped. “No idea. Rumor has it he just didn't like the bride.” Zeus Sterling? A fifth bride? Didn't like the bride? Oh, goodness. So it hadn't been his wedding I crashed after all? I had broken into the entirely wrong estate? My goodness!

Or maybe I was no longer the man who loved her. She was demanding, manipulative, and unpredictable. For four years, I had walked on eggshells, trying to salvage what I thought I owed her, what I thought I owed myself. I’d convinced myself I had no choice. After all, everyone saw us as the perfect couple. A story of tragedy and reunion. I couldn’t let the illusion crumble, no matter how suffocating it felt. A sudden ringing cut through my thoughts. I glanced at the dashboard. It was Lilly .

"Blake Reynolds' discarded wife marrying his biggest business rival mere weeks after their divorce? The press would eat it up. The Reynolds family would be humiliated. Their stock would plummet." "This is insane," I whispered. "You don't even know me. I'm pregnant with another man's child!" "I don't need to know you." He shrugged, the gesture elegant despite its dismissiveness. "This isn't about affection, Scarlett. It's strategy. You marry me, I gain a weapon against the Reynolds family. You gain financial security and my resources to extract whatever revenge you desire against your ex-husband." "You're asking me to jump from one loveless marriage straight into another?" My voice cracked wi

The perfect bride whispered, “Fox…what would you do to see her truly alive again? Not half-alive. Not broken. But whole.” Camela shouted, “Don’t answer her!” But Vincent dug his fingers into the soil beneath him as he asked, “What are you offering?” Camela gasped, feeling a sharp pain of betrayal in her heart. “Vincent!” The perfect bride’s smile grew wider in response. “I am her missing page of her story. I am the piece stolen by the father who chained her. Destroy me, and she remains broken. But if you allow me to return…if you open her up…she will live again. Whole and free.”

“This isn’t about revenge. This is about justice.” The questions came fast and frantic, but Adrian and Claire didn’t stay. They turned, walked off the stage, and let the chaos erupt behind them. Retaliation That night, the retaliation came. A bombshell article was published by one of the tabloids Victor controlled. It accused Claire of forging documents during her marriage contract with Adrian—claiming she only married him to secure stock options and access to insider information. Accompanying the article was a fabricated “source” close to Claire, describing her as a manipulative gold digger.

“Revenge.” ‎