Revenge Of The Jilted Bride Novels & Stories

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

She washes my back and torso, my private parts I take care of. "Because I thought he loved me, for two years, he took it upon himself to lie to me, to make me believe he was a good man, he made friends with the men in my house and they trusted me as his wife, but it was a mistake. It was all a lie, a kind of plan for his grandmother's revenge." "I'm so sorry, I really can't believe there are such cruel people in this world." "Neither can I. I loved him dearly, with all my soul. Then I woke up the morning after our marriage and he rejected me, then threw me in the square like garbage and my grandfather found out. Because of that, I got this beating."

I could still feel it, but it was farther away now. It felt muffled, more like the pain wasn't mine and it belonged to someone else. I looked around the bar. There were men everywhere. I wondered which one of them would want me. Which one of them would make me feel wanted tonight. Which one of them would prove James wrong. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out and squinted at the screen. A text from Delia. “You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.”

I wanted to shout at him—why cheat on me, father a child with someone else, and then divorce me? But I couldn’t. I held myself back with every ounce of willpower to not do something foolish. After all… I was Vanesa now. That’s right. Didn’t Vanesa give me full permission to do whatever I wanted with her body? To take revenge for all the pain I’d endured? “Ah, forgive me for getting all sentimental,” he said quickly. “Please feel free to visit anytime, and accept my apologies on Paula’s behalf.” Vanesa was a girl born with undeniable beauty that caught everyone’s attention. But did that work on Orlando? Considering he’d also been tempted by women like Jeany? Well, why not give it a try?

“I go back to Ivy. Reverse the rejection. Make her think I’m interested. I’ll pretend I’m bitter. Feed her exactly what she wants to hear.” She stood, the seriousness of the plan pressing against her chest like an anvil. “So I return to Killian’s mansion and play the broken-hearted woman?” Preston’s smirk was sharp. “Exactly. Tell him I broke your heart. That I used you and dumped you. He already sees me as competition. That jealousy will split him open.” “And when he cracks?” “We bleed him out,” he replied coldly. Elara closed her eyes, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

Her fingers curled slowly into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. This body had suffered. This soul had endured. The body had died. Pain had carved itself into her in ways that no one else could see, no matter how closely they looked. But this time... Her gaze hardened, sharpening into something dangerous and vengeful. Her first goal after rebirth had been achieved. She had successfully married Lucian Hale. The realization settled in her chest, heavy and solid and undeniable. Not as a fantasy... Not merely as a strategy. But as reality.

Damian started by offering to escort her home, and initially, Martha refused, but Damian insisted, saying, "This road is dangerous. There was a robbery a few days ago. If you don't want to, it's okay." Martha began to feel scared, and she accepted Damian's help again, letting him escort her home. Damian continued to strategize to make Martha fall into his arms. With his skill in words and winning hearts, Damian successfully conquered Martha, leading to marriage. Unfortunately, Damian made a wrong move; he failed to get all of Martha's wealth because he couldn't control his own desires. And it ended up like this. *Flashback off Damian sighed repeatedly, "Forgive me, Martha." That was the only

The deal-breaker was Jonathan had fainted suddenly, and Vivian had laughed aloud. ‘Liliana, you bitch! We will see how you can still be arrogant when you see your husband sleeping with me. What’s so good about being all that pretentious when you can’t even keep your husband by your side? I can’t wait to see you break as your husband runs in circles around me.’ Everyone could see the venom in her eyes as she fessed up having trapped Jonathan to take revenge on Liliana as he was her husband. What was more shocking was she also suddenly passed out.