Revenge Of The Jilted Bride Novels & Stories

Aiden stood in the living room, his shadow long and shaky against the wall. The truth finally hit him: he’d been played. The clocks in the house were wrong. He hadn't been invited for a chat; he’d been lured into a trap while they finished Olivia off. "You’re late, Aiden," Sebastian said. His voice was heavy, like a king giving a death sentence. "You were late the second you picked that girl over your own family. Yes, I know I initiated this whole mess you call a marriage," Sebastian added, looking straight into Aiden’s eyes.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

She nodded but as she walked off, I added, “As a matter of fact, bring the entire bottle.” I looked away and called Billy but there was still no answer, neither did his wife pick up the phone. Then I recalled how Elley, Pete’s wife, was staring at me that evening and I smirked, If I get with his wife, that would be the best revenge, wouldn’t it? I laughed and excited collected the glass from the maid, and sipped a drink while I rubbed my hands together like birdman and got to work. I texted and called and the second time was the charm because she answered on the second ring.

“Once. Before they ruined me.” For a heartbeat, his expression shifted; a flicker of curiosity, maybe something else but then it was gone. “I see.” He folded his paper. “And now?” “Now,” I said, my voice steady, “I plan to ruin them back.” That got his attention. His gray eyes locked onto mine. It was cold, assessing, almost… intrigued. “Revenge,” he murmured. “How quaint.” “Not revenge,” I said. “Justice.” He leaned back, fingers brushing the edge of his cup. “You think you can win against them?”

I looked up at her and nodded slowly. “Thank you,” I whispered. MEANWHILE ADRIAN “Adrian Cole Harrington , was spotted beating up his alleged ex-fiance at a private restaurant. This is coming two days after she left him at the altar. This goes to show us that nothing Delany said was a lie. If he could beat her up in public, then I want you guys to imagine how much damage would be done in private” My mother read out loud. I was seething where I sat, my hands balled into a tight fist as I listened to her read those useless blogs.

“Alright, alright. But I feel like a burglar on his own wedding night.” “If you keep talking, I’ll throw my pajamas at your face.” “Oh? That sounds more like a reward than a punishment,” he muttered teasingly, still smiling, still keeping his eyes shut. I shook my head, holding back a smile, and changed as quickly as I could. My heart pounded uncontrollably. I was really doing this. All for revenge. For the pain he’d caused. And yet here I was like this, in front of the man I supposedly hated. Maybe.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

Jules! I managed to take another gulp before she snatched the bottle from my hand. "I get it, you're angry. I am too. I was literally going to confront the asshole when I got kidnapped too, so we're on the same page, but are we going to do it? All your inheritance has been passed down to him. The company is basically his now. The world believes he's the best husband and father out there." "Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal."

Natalie said. After hearing her words, Lucian looked at her and tucked the small hairs that fell on her forehead behind her ears and said, "My revenge is over. Damien Denver and Nancy have been arrested by the police. I exposed all their plots in front of my grandfather. Grandfather immediately threw them out of the house. They are now in jail. Now our revenge is over. Now it's time to start a new life. So before I start a new life, I want to know a thing from you, will you marry me?"

But here I am, about to do exactly that. The sound of applause swells and then fades into a distant hum as I walk toward the arbor. My gaze locks onto the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Dante's. Today, I’ll become his bride—not because we’re in love, but because life demands sacrifices. I’m doing this for my father. To see him stand tall again, to restore the pride and strength he once carried. To help him rebuild what was lost. And, perhaps most satisfyingly, for revenge—revenge against Liam and Clara.