The Case Of The Betrayed Bride Novels & Stories

He got into his black Bentley and drove off in a rush. The headlights vanished into the dark. Only then did I take the pregnancy test out of my pocket. Two clean pink lines stared back at me. I rested a hand over my stomach and closed my eyes. I had wanted to give Adrian our child as part of my vows. Now I wouldn’t tell him a thing. In forty-eight hours, Scarlett Moretti would die at her own wedding.

“Camelia, wait. At least talk about the next steps.” But she had already taken her coat and hurried outside. The afternoon wind stung her face as she walked aimlessly down the empty village road. Snow was falling harder now, but she barely felt it. Only one sentence repeated in her mind. I’m pregnant. She stopped on a small bridge overlooking a frozen river. Her hands gripped the wooden railing tightly. The child came from a man she did not love. Worse still—from a man she could no longer trust. Tears fell before she could stop them. Camelia wiped them away harshly. She was not a weak woman. She had faced corporate betrayal, death threats, and pursuit by international agencies. Yet this news

“Does that mean she is your mate? And should we expect a wedding?” “No and No.” He denies within a heartbeat, staring straight into the camera lens as if trying to make sure that I heard him loud and clear. I did. And I’m shattered. Just like me, the journalists have gone silent with shock and disbelief. Only the clicking sound of cameras and flashes can be heard from the TV. “The sixth bride might have broken the curse, but she is not my mate.” He adds and the human silence ensues for a short while.

Later, alone in the guest room, I couldn't sleep. Tomorrow I'd wake up and get married. I thought about young Isla who'd died bleeding and pregnant. She'd never imagined happiness like this was possible. She'd sacrificed everything so I could have this second chance. I touched my mother's bracelet and whispered a promise. "I won't waste it. I'll live enough for both of us." Callum's POV: I woke at dawn on my wedding day. Rosie burst into my room minutes later, already dressed and vibrating with excitement.

At the age of sixteen and a half, Gianna had mostly mastered the ability to control her temper. We were escorted into the changing area by the store owner. Umberto and the other guy remained in front of the closed drapes. Mother sat down on the comfortable white sofa with Lily and Gianna and started looking through the exhibit of bridal dresses. In the center of the room, I was standing. My throat tightened at the sight of all the white tulle, silk, gossamer, and brocade and what it symbolized. I would soon be a married lady. The walls of the changing room were covered with love quotes, which seemed insulting given the stark reality of my situation. What was love if not a foolish dream? I fe

The bride who got betrayed at rehearsal. Avery hailed a cab. I climbed in, staring out the window at the ballroom receding behind me. The sign above: “The Emerson Grand.” It looked like it always did—grand, majestic, perfect. Only I saw it differently now. It was the stage where my life was rewritten. Where my future was re-scripted without my permission. In the cab, I sank into the seat, pressing my forehead to the glass. My reflection stared back: elegant, pale, eyes hollow. I didn’t recognize her.

He declared, before kicking me and then left with his minions. I gritted my teeth as I felt dizzy. ‘I will endure this. But I will make them pay’. My eyes turned bloodshot as I glared at their backs. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Finally, my awesome and amazing readers! This chapter concludes book 1 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’. The next chapters will be book 2 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’, with the storyline focusing more on Love, Romance, Betrayal, Truth, Revenge, and finally, everyone is going to get what they deserve.

It was a decision. And she had spent her whole life learning never to make a decision she could not first confirm three times. That was the private horror the memo handed her, cleaner than any accusation could have been. If Alexander was placed, then the tenderness was technique and she was a fool. If Alexander was real, then she was betraying the realest thing she had by treating it as a suspect. That betrayal could not be undone. You could not un-investigate a person. You could not give a marriage back the assumption you had already withdrawn from it.

Despite her background, she still dared to get involved with my husband and send me videos to gloat about it. These events happened in my previous life. But even now, the memory of her betrayal still stung just as sharply. Summer immediately teared up. She bit her lip and ran out of the room. "Catherine Lowe!" Samuel barked at me. "How dare you pick on Summer?" "Do you think you can act so arrogantly just because you're about to marry me? I hate that jealous expression of yours. Apologize to Summer right now!" he demanded. When I didn't move, he raised his hand and tried to strike me. But before he could touch me, someone abruptly grabbed his wrist.

She actually doesn’t care. Silas and Fidelia were still going to marry tomorrow — except Fidelia wanted a miserable life, apparently. But Fidelia had already stormed out, dragging that stupid gown behind her and picking up her phone as she rushed out of the house. Tears streamed down her face in intense pain. She felt betrayed, played, and used. How could her stepsister and her fiancé have sex with each other the night before our wedding? They must have been dating, and yet she was the one getting married to him. Memories of Silas and Bridget laughing, hugging, and always being way too close flashed through her head like knives.