Revenge Of The Reborn Bride Novels & Stories

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.

“Every memory I have in this house... It’s all fake. Every kiss was a lie. Every night in that bed was a performance.” She reached down, her hands shaking so much she could barely grip her own finger. She yanked the diamond wedding band off and threw it at my face. It hit my cheek, drawing a thin line of blood, before bouncing onto the floor. “I hope you get your revenge,” she whispered, her voice suddenly, terrifyingly quiet. “I hope you burn my father’s empire to the ground, and I hope it’s enough to keep you warm at night. Because you have nothing else. You are a hollow, empty man, Stefano."

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."

I am eager to reclaim what was taken from me and rewrite the path of my destiny. The first step is done. My revenge has only just begun. The Davis family will soon realize that they underestimated me— I’m a woman who was given the chance to be reborn, armed with beauty, resilience, and a burning desire for justice!

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.

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

’’ 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.

They seemed to me the exact opposite of what I expected. “So, Alina, what’s your deal with our cousin?” This one had a bob cut and broad shoulders. Of all three, she looked the scariest. I raised the finger with my rings, “We are married” “Ooh, shiny!” This was clearly the last born. She squealed again and pulled the finger close to her face to see it better. “Guys, come check these out. Cousin Seb really did good” I doubled back. “Do you really call him Cousin Seb?

REBORN ON MY WEDDING DAY Chapter 3 – The Terms The hotel suite was on the fourteenth floor and looked out over the river. Claire stood at the window and watched the water move while Julian ordered food she hadn't asked for. Tea and sandwiches appeared without ceremony. She didn't touch them. Her corset was pressing against the bottom of her ribs with every breath, and she was starting to see small black spots at the edges of her vision that she was pretending weren't there.

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve