Romans & histoires Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

I turned immediately and ran out of tears, blurring my vision, and in that moment I made a vow—a vow to break his heart and make him regret every word he spoke to me. ****** The towering glass of the tall skyscraper seemed to mock me. I'd come a long way from the insecure girl I was in high school, and now here I am years later. I glanced down at my hands, which were wrapped tightly together, as though they could somehow steady my racing heart. I've waited years preparing for this moment, but now that I was finally here, I could feel the weight of reality settling down heavily on me. I adjusted my blazer one last time, taking a deep breath. This wasn't just about getting the job; this was ab

Something inside Aron Loghan was deeply broken. He truly carried the same darkness as Jeremy. Or perhaps something worse. When Geby once threw away her wedding ring, Jeremy ordered the servants to search for it. But he never forced Geby to crawl across the garden and find it herself. Aron was different. Much worse. And Eva was starting to realize... She was not simply trapped in a contract. She was trapped inside Aron Loghan’s revenge.

I walked out before either of them could see what was actually happening underneath my skin, a fault line splitting open between the woman I'd been an hour ago and whatever I was about to become. *************************************************************************************************************** Three blocks away, a man stood at a window high above the city with his phone pressed to his ear. "Boss." A woman's voice, clipped. "Speak," Lucian said. "Background's done on Mira Castellan. Wedding's tomorrow at noon at Aldermere Estate. "A pause. "There's more. Word is Damon and Killian Wrexley made an arrangement between them. They're planning to humiliate her in front of every guest a

Eugene Corleone said with an amused edge to his voice, "do you still want to marry me, Ms. Colombo?" I looked at myself in the mirror, at the burn marks on my throat left by the poison, and at the eyes that could no longer shed tears. I said, "I want it even more now because only you can give me real revenge." On the other end of the line, I heard the soft clink of a glass being set down. Eugene replied, "Tomorrow night at ten at the east cemetery of the Lucchese estate. Seventh row, third headstone, the one engraved with these words: Angela Lucchese, my love. Wear black and come alone. If you're followed, I'll watch you die."

’’ he chuckled, and the line went dead. The phone dropped to the bed, and I heaved a deep sigh, knowing what would come next. Still, now that I know, I was going to rewrite my destiny because not everyone gets a second chance, and this time, I intend to put myself first and get revenge on my sister and ex-husband, who had murdered me in the future.

And with a strength she had never possessed before. This marriage was not the end. It was the beginning. The beginning of a plan Jasmine had long kept in silence. **Revenge.** To be continued…

Edris said as he loosened his tie and disappeared into the bathroom. The second the door closed behind him, my smile vanished completely. Slowly, I reached beneath the pillow and wrapped my fingers around the knife I had hidden there earlier. Cold metal pressed against my palm, grounding me instantly. This was why I had come here. I hadn’t come for love or marriage. I had come for revenge. By the time Edris walked back into the room, I was already lying across the bed wearing the black and red silk nightgown he had bought for me during our trip to Milan weeks earlier.

I explained, keeping the details vague, "I proposed the marriage. He gets something he needs, and I get the perfect revenge against Liam—plus a clean break from all the public humiliation." For a beat, Lillian just stared at me. Her mouth parted slightly, as if processing what she'd just heard. Then her eyes lit up. "You know what? I think I get it. This is brilliant, actually. You're not hiding away licking your wounds—you've completely flipped the script. The jilted bride becomes the one who moved on first, and with a much bigger catch!" Her voice had risen with excitement. "God, I wish I could see Liam's face right now. And that manipulative little—"

Jade sensed that there was more to his words, so she didn't press him too hard. "Just tell me what's going on." Speedy swallowed hard before speaking into the phone. "I know who killed Lilith's grandmother." "What?" Jade tightened her grip on the phone and tensed up. "Who was it?" "Mac Big told me it was a woman named Neve who hired them to do it. She wanted revenge on Lilith for betraying her." Jade furrowed her eyebrows. She hadn't expected Neve, who had been missing for days, to still be around, let alone secretly seek revenge on Lilith and cause her grandmother to fall to her death.

I said bitterly. “As if I’d ever want to again.” Valerie snorted. “Let him choke on his guilt. You don’t need him. Or your selfish father.” The burn grounding me as I I took a slow sip of the brandy, I didn’t know what tomorrow held. But tonight, I was with someone who cared. And maybe—just maybe—that was the first step toward healing. And maybe—just maybe—it was also the first step toward revenge. Just as I close my eyes to rest my head on the bar table, Valerie's phone buzzes. She glances at the screen and freezes.