Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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

“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.

Emily rushed to the bathroom for a quick warm bath. She watched the water run down her body gently, washing off streaks of his dried cum from her inner thighs. Grabbing a little bottle hidden behind a counter in the bathroom sink, she swallowed two white pills and applied some cream between her folds, sticking another capsule up into herself as she heaved a sigh of relief. She wondered if she would get pregnant after an act like this. Of course she would! But that wasn't the point here. Her previous marriage had taught her a big lesson, you could be divorced in your own home even with an heir in you. She wasn't even married to Nicole yet, she needed to be careful, until the deal was sealed.

I dug my nails into my flesh, trying to stay awake. But my mind grew hazy, and I was on the verge of losing consciousness. In that critical moment, I pulled out the dagger I had secretly brought with me and drove it hard into my thigh. A surge of pain shot through me, forcing the drowsiness away. I looked out the window. The road was becoming more and more remote. This was definitely not the way to the wedding. I immediately shouted for the driver to stop. “Stop the car! I’m the bride of the Freeman family! Where are you taking me?”

My stepsister killed me. All because her marriage fell apart and she couldn’t stand the sight of mine. She envied the glittering illusion of my “perfect” life—never realizing the truth about what my so-called perfect marriage really was. And luckily, the fate had given me another chance. I was reborn before everything happened. “Father, I want to marry Silas Vane.” The moment Lila spoke his name, a chill raced down my spine. I knew instantly—she had been reborn just like me.

But as I tipped the glass back, Marco's face was in my mind — white, furious, those defiant eyes blazing into me even as he'd tried to force out the words yes, I do. My jaw clenched. This is my fucking revenge. forcing Marco to marry me was another way of annihilating Powell, of watching him squirm while his golden son was drawn into my world. The moment I kissed him,I fed a hunger I knew I shouldn't have. Now it was more than revenge. Now, it was about me. Marco Powell might just be my obsession. And if his father didn't give me what I wanted within forty-eight hours… I was going to make sure Marco never forgot who owned him.

I thought about the man standing before me, I thought about my parents, how they never loved me but only what I could bring to the house. I thought about Daniel, how I promised, I will always love him forever and how that love was thrown back in my face I was getting married, not to Daniel but to Max, a very strange man. “You may now kiss the bride." I heard the minister say. Wow! I was married. I had gotten married not for love but for revenge. Max gave me a peck on the cheek and I was glad for that. I was not ready to kiss him. “Let's go." he said to me.