Revenge Of The Jilted Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

I do not even know that thing Randel says I have which has a great worth. I will find out about it soon and if it is really true, I will surely have my revenge on them. ’Good luck in your marriage, mr. and mrs. Perkins.’ I tell them, a mischievous look pasted on my pathetic face. Even though my heart is throbbing, I will myself to not breakdown again. They are not worth my tears. I will not give them the pleasure of seeing me cry. I do not regret ever loving Randel but what I regret is been a big fool to not notice they are just a bunch of vicious actors who stabbed me at my back when I trusted them with my life.

My stomach turned. Seeing them like that set off a dark, boiling rage in my chest, especially since Daniel murdered my father shortly after our wedding in my past life...poisoning him, taking his empire, and burying his legacy and replacing it with his own without a second thought. And here my father was, smiling at the man who was going to kill him. Fuck! Fuck this. Fuck the act. Fuck having to pretend to like this Fucker!!! I couldn't keep doing this... I couldn't pretend. I couldn't bring myself to play the dutiful, smiling bride tonight... Not with this monster...

Finally. Another message appeared. “What do you want from me?” I leaned back slowly in my chair, my gaze drifting toward the storm outside the windows. That question carried more weight than she realized. Because the truth? What I wanted from Olivia Bennett had very little to do with marriage. And absolutely everything to do with revenge. My fingers hovered briefly over the keyboard before I finally typed: “I want to make you an offer.” The message was delivered immediately. Then came her reply. Fast this time. Almost nervous.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

And because I do not want to be pitied, I needed her to stop giving me that pathetic treatment, “Yeah, earlier today” “I knew it! I knew I have never seen this picture and even the dress. Did you go shopping before the wedding or what?” I thought of a lie but none was forth coming, “It was rental, I just wanted to take a picture with it” “It’s everywhere,” she said softly. “Social media exploded. They’re calling it the comeback of the century. The jilted bride who refused to crawl away. Val, everyone who wished you failure is choking on this image. You should see the comments… women calling you their hero, men saying Michael must be insane to leave you, memes everywhere.”

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.