Revenge Of The Jilted Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was only after my death that I learned he was just a jerk with no self-control, just like Sephine. He bought her lies and called me a slut just to divorce me. And after I was hit dead by the truck, he happily married another woman and split my fortune with Jonah. Nothing happened in this life, but I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. "We're getting a divorce," I announced. Augustin stiffened before he asked, "Why?" "Why?" I laughed. Then, I pulled out the photographs my private investigator had taken and slapped them onto his face. "You know it better than anyone else."

“I—” Rory shoved me hard. “You’re burning the food.” I blinked. “I didn’t even turn the—” “Check it!” Clarissa snapped like I was some servant in her house. Mr. Hart sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Well, I’ve delivered the message. The necessary dresses and documents will arrive this evening. The bride will be picked up tomorrow morning by Mr. Theo’s driver. Kindly make sure she’s ready and please, she has to be the one with the butterfly mark.”

“Fucking the bride’s sister at the venue is straight out of a cheap-ass p**n plot.” I didn’t bother replying. Just raise the bottle, let the bitterness burn its way down… The whole scene at the wedding was already enough. Cole had always been an asshole, but he proved once again that there was no bottom to his barrel. Watching him implode in public wasn’t worth my time, so I had completely ignored him and left him to handle his shit.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

She closed the door to her room and went to the mirror to see how she was wearing this wedding dress. Looking at Amanda in the mirror, she was very beautiful, she removed the long hair that was tied up on the top of the racquet to the side, looking even more beautiful. But why was this face a bit strange, it was paler than her usual rosy face. Amanda's whole body was naturally tightened, her chest and waist were suffocated until she couldn't breathe. In the mirror was not her own face, but it was the girl she saw when she first walked in here. Amanda fell to the ground fainting.

The moment he killed my mother, taking from me the one and only person who ever mattered, I’ve been plotting his downfall. It wasn’t until Lilian Vance’s funeral that I knew exactly how I was going to get my revenge. Vance fell off the wagon after his wife’s death, his gambling problem multiplying into the millions. He thought he had time to pay his debts, he was comfortable and being comfortable left you vulnerable. He didn’t have shit now—nothing but her. Now, I finally have her, my prize. My Serena. A dark raven-haired beauty that would soon become my wife. As if she can hear me thinking her name, she shoves at my arm, her nails sinking into the flesh as she struggles to get away from me.

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a

“I saved you from your stepmother’s wrath just now.” Kaira’s eyes flashed. “I didn’t ask for your help,” she retorted. “You’re a bastard, Julian. Worse than I ever imagined.” Julian’s expression twisted into something ugly. “Pretty bold talk from a whore like you. Already spreading your legs for strange men.” His voice was venomous, but Kaira had heard enough. Without a second thought, she slapped him, hard, feeling a rush of satisfaction as his head snapped to the side. “Better a whore than a traitor,” she spat. “At least I don’t betray people who trust me.” Her words seemed to strike him, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.

Even Ethan, flustered and overwhelmed, was running around making sure everything was going smoothly. But despite all the chaos, nothing could distract Claire from the real moment. The one that sealed her fate. “You may now kiss the bride.” A hush fell over the room. Claire’s breath caught as Gordon leaned in. His lips brushed against hers barely there, yet enough to send a shock through her. The cameras flashed. The guests cheered. And just like that… Claire Donovan was now Claire Blake. A wife. A billionaire’s bride. And completely unaware of the storm that was about to come.