Revenge Of The Jilted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Now Clifton openly mistreated the bride designated by Milton, and the butler couldn't bear it. He hurried over to help Harriet up and glared at Clifton. "Miss Harriet is the bride chosen by Mr. Carlson Sr, and you just hit her like that. What are you waiting for? Call for someone to attend to her injuries."

"Now everything is over. It was a quite long day for everybody, so all of you go back to your room and take a rest. Mrs. Walter, please check the arrangements personally for new brides and bridal chambers." Andrew said to his entire clan and everybody bows their head, respectively. "Alright," Julia said. "Hold on, everybody, I want to start a new ritual." Stefan said, gaining everybody's attention. "What?" Everybody said in unison. "As you all see, my newly wedded bride is injured, so from now on I want to start a new ritual in Walters clan, that groom should pick her bride to the bridal chamber."

“They went too far, Nic! They cheated on me and they stole my dream wedding! Plus, they made me pay for their florist! Every single discount they got for their wedding was because of me! Because those suppliers thought I was going to be the bride! Now, that’s cheap!” John shook his head and took a gulp of his beer. Dannie nodded “I’m sorry, Nic. But I agree with Astrid. The only way she can get back at them for what they did to her, is to shine brighter than the bride on her wedding day, and to make the groom ask himself, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’” Dannie smiled at me. “I’m with you, Ash. Let’s find you the perfect man for the job!” I was all set and excited for the next day. We were a

I hadn't expected the sheer weight of so many eyes landing on me at once, a physical pressure against my skin the moment I crossed the threshold. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through tall grass. "She's gorgeous." "There's no doubt he'll pick her." "Even if he doesn't, she'll be my daughter-in-law one day, mark my words." Somewhere to my left, a woman hissed something less kind under her breath, and another laughed sharply in response. I kept my chin high and my expression carefully unreadable, the same mask I'd worn through years of missions far more dangerous than a room full of hopeful brides — even as my pulse hammered beneath my ribs harder than it had during the entire br