Revenge Of The Reborn Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

The minister nodded firmly before turning to me. “Do you, Delany Maeve Davenport, take Adrian Cole Harrington to be your husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, according to God’s holy law?” He asked me, in the exact same words as he had just asked Adrian. I slowly looked up at Adrian and held his gaze, counting in my head. One, two, three… I turned to the officiating minister. “I do not!” I responded sharply, my loud, determined voice piercing throughout the entire church.

Ariana's POV I was just getting started. The same way they were shocked about my return, that was how my next move was going to throw them off balance. The plan is simple. Get Isabella and break her against her will. Then, I will fold my hands and watch her carefully constructed empire fall apart. It sounded so easy as I thought of it but nothing about this felt simple to execute. Despite the revenge I was planning against these folks, the memories of Zayde and everything we had kept haunting me like a ghost when I least expected it.

“I said it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I really just want to wash you up and return you to your lovely husband and family. Isn't that what you want, Brianna?” My head gave a faint, frantic nod out of pure fright. Her smile grew wider, and I stared straight into her pupils, trying to decipher this psychotic display of behavior. In the life before my rebirth, I had only noticed this side of Kariana twice: once when she suddenly switched and convinced Nico to throw me out, and the second when she narrated how much she hated me for stealing her man before her heel dug straight into my jugular. Lost in that memory, I hadn't realized my fingers had moved to rest against the skin of my throa

Staring at me in disbelief, he stuttered, "D-Did you just hit me?" After harboring resentment for him across two lifetimes, I was finally able to release all my pent-up anger. I let out a cold laugh and lowered my voice. "Yes, I did. Even after being reborn, you're still just as self-righteous and arrogant as you were in our previous life." His expression stiffened before realization dawned on him. "You… You were reborn too?" I ignored him and turned toward the security guards. "Throw him out along with the wedding dress. I don't want them soiling the main entrance of my company."

But then he seemed to change his mind, his expression closing off. "Here's what matters," he said instead. "I help you destroy Pierce and Madison. I provide funding for your company, access to top tier training facilities, and connections that will launch your career to levels you've only dreamed of. In return, you marry me within three months." "Three months?" My voice came out high. "That's so soon." "Do you want revenge or not?" I bit my lip. Everything he was offering—it was more than I'd hoped for. More than I could achieve on my own. With Preston's resources and connections, I could actually win.

Rose’s POV I didn’t even realize I had moved until my knuckles were white, twisted deep into the cheap fabric of the masseuse collar. My vision was tunneling, the edges of the room turning into a blurred mess of moss covered walls and expensive aromatherapy steam. I wasn't the reborn woman anymore. I was that girl in the basement again, feeling the cold steel of the dagger pressing against my stomach. "Who gave you this?!" I screamed. My voice sounded shredded, like I had been swallowing glass. "Who? Answer me!"

Caden’s voice broke through the daze, smooth and confident—“Say yes already, babe. My knees are killing me.” And that’s when it hit me. I’ve been reborn. I really have a second chance. I was back. Alive. Seeing everything in front of me and Caden's fake face, I clench my fists. This time… It was the start of my revenge.

My stepsister killed me. All because her marriage fell apart and she couldn’t stand the sight of mine. She envied the glittering illusion of my “perfect” life—never realizing the truth about what my so-called perfect marriage really was. And luckily, the fate had given me another chance. I was reborn before everything happened. “Father, I want to marry Silas Vane.” The moment Lila spoke his name, a chill raced down my spine. I knew instantly—she had been reborn just like me.

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.”

"You believe me. About being reborn." "I believe you experienced something traumatic enough to change your behavior patterns. Whether it was actual death and rebirth or a psychotic break doesn't matter. The result is the same—you have information I need and motivation to use it." He takes the bottle back. "Go home, Mia. Rest. Tomorrow we escalate." I stand to leave but stop at the door. "Why did your mother never fight back? If my father stole from her, destroyed her life, why didn't she come after him?"