Scarlet Overkill Rocket Dress

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery guy who was trying to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?"

On the night of her anniversary, Anna Santos walks into her boyfriend’s bedroom wearing the red dress her best friend helped her choose… only to find them together in his bed. Humiliated and betrayed, she runs into the rain—and into the life of Xavier Cortez, a powerful CEO known for his cold control and untouchable reputation. Weeks later, the world is shocked when Xavier announces his bride. No one expected it to be Anna. Not her ex. Not her former best friend. Not even Xavier himself. What begins as a contract marriage soon turns into something far more complicated as Anna steps into a world of power, pressure, and hidden expectations. But when her past resurfaces and threatens everything she’s built… will she remain the wife they never expected— or the woman no one can replace?

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he’s fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. “Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.” The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who’ll fuck her senseless… even if it’s the last thing she feels.

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

"What is it? Who sent it?" "It's the usual," Lucy replied with a shrug. "Ah," Adrienne took the package from Lucy and opened it. Inside, there was a red, sexy dress and matching heels, along with a note. The note read, "Wear this tonight ~ BOSS." ***** Adrienne is a woman who has it all - brains, beauty, money, power and a heart that's been closed off for years. Adrienne's past has left her crippled emotionally, and the only constants in her life are her successful business and personal assistant, Daniel. But when Ryan, the heir to a conglomerate, enters her life, she feels a spark of curiosity, not love or infatuation. As their relationship develops, Adrienne is confronted with the painful reality of her past and the people responsible for it. She's faced with a choice: to follow her heart or seek revenge. Will she find peace or further heartbreak?

Nagising na lamang si Alex na nasa loob ng isang magarang kuwarto at nakasuot ng mamahaling wedding dress habang may hawak na sulat sa isa niyang kamay. Nakiusap sa kanya ang kakambal niyang si Alexa na ngayong lang niya nakilala na magpanggap siyang si Alexa at magpakasal kay Uriel Fontagio na isang milyonaryo kapalit ng pagpapagamot nito sa may sakit niyang ina. Wala siyang choice kundi ang pumayag sa nais ni Alexa kaya siya ang nagpakasal sa fiance nito. Ngunit paano pakikisamahan ng isang katulad niyang may pagka-clumsy at hindi sanay sa karangyaan ang kanyang asawang seryoso at may pagkamasungit pa?

Seavora City, Carmoria. Nathan Ziegler's side chick, Sophie, was melting down—again. He shoved the divorce papers at me. "Just sign. It's for show. Gotta keep her calm." I clutched my dress, gave a small nod, and signed. No fuss. No scene. As I turned to leave, one of his buddies snorted, "Joelle's way too obedient. Bet she'd fetch the divorce decree if you asked." Nathan lit a cigarette, smirking. "Wanna bet?" To them, I was still the silent pushover. The girl who'd cry in court but still do what she's told. Trade one paper for another—marriage for divorce. I stared at my phone. The message I'd received earlier: [Why don't you just marry me?] I typed back: [Okay.]

No one knew that three days ago, the aloof CEO in the boardroom, Sophia Monroe, had been tangled up with me in her executive office, going at it for eight intense rounds. I thought Sophia had finally agreed to what I had been asking for. But then she pulled her dress back on, turned around, and disappeared without a trace. She was gone for an entire month. I stayed by Mom's grave for what felt like forever. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with the latest trending news. It was about Sophia's wedding of the century, but I was not the groom. At that moment, I was grateful Mom had not lived long enough to see Sophia's true colors. Before shutting off my phone, I sent her a message. [Monday. Courthouse. Divorce.]

Damian Graves and I had been together for ten years, and he was perfect in every way. He was handsome, successful, and driven, except for one thing. He never missed a chance to cut me down. I placed second in the competition instead of first, and he said I "wasn't smart enough." I finally earned my first paycheck from writing, and he dismissed it as "completely worthless." Later, standing in the bridal shop, Damian looked me up and down in my wedding dress and told me my figure was not good enough, that I did not look anything like a bride should. Something in me snapped. For the first time in ten years, I screamed at him. "If I'm not good enough for you, why are you even marrying me?"