Novel & Cerita The Case Of The Betrayed Bride

“Victoria married me to another man.” “What?!” He stepped back as if I had slapped him. The tears came before I could stop them. “She tricked me...” My voice came out weak. “She made me sign a marriage contract instead of property papers... she sold me for money.” “How could she do that?” He stared at me in disbelief. “For five hundred thousand dollars.” I wiped my face and let out a bitter laugh. His face changed... he stepped toward me and held my shoulders. “I will not let them take you away from me.”

The cathedral doors burst open. Dozens of armed men stormed inside. One old man shouted, “Kill the cursed bride!” The young warrior immediately drew his sword. “No one touches my wife!” Steel clashed. Blood covered the cathedral floor. Flames consumed the altar. The bride cried while holding him. “I’m sorry…” He smiled weakly. “You promised…” He whispered. “…you’d find me again.” Everything dissolved into darkness. ⸻ Present Alessio gasped violently. He fell to one knee.

I cut him off, “who you love, who you want to have a child with, none of that concerns me.” “All I know is that when I was still your wife, you cheated.” “You used the money I made to support another woman and her family.” “And you even wanted her to have a baby, put it under my name, and make me into some pathetic sucker.” With every sentence, his face drained a little more. “I…” His mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Whether you love Emma or not makes no difference to me.” I looked straight at him, word by word. “The moment you betrayed me, you should’ve known this day would come.”

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

I watched from afar as she found herself betrayed by everyone, and I felt no pity. After all, she brought all this onto herself. ... Later, Zac, who had fled to avoid punishment, was finally apprehended at the train station and sentenced to ten years in prison for multiple crimes. As for Lana, the miscarriage and Zac's betrayal made her suffer a complete mental breakdown. She became insane and was released on medical parole. This charade has finally come to an end. With the blessings of family and friends, Mabel and I held a new wedding ceremony. Soon after, we had our own child.

Seeing her now, spewing lies, disgusted him. “So you planted your pawn to kill me, just like you did my father?” “What are you talking about, Tardrain?” she whimpered, fake tears glistening. She stepped closer. “Have you forgotten this too? You married her before your father’s death.” She thrust a document at him. “Look. You signed the marriage certificate.” Tardrain snatched it, scanning the page. There it was, a marriage certificate binding him to Ivana Santomi. His signature, and hers stared back at him. But he didn't remember signing any certificate with anyone.

Her former fiancé. The man she had once planned to marry… until he betrayed her and married her stepsister, Katherina. After that betrayal, she had walked away and slowly rebuilt her life. And then she met Miguel. Miguel had been different. Kind. Loyal. He had been her second chance at happiness. And now Amelia’s hands began to shake. Damien had killed him. He had murdered Miguel on their wedding day. Right there at the altar. Because of jealousy. Because of revenge.

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding. The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches. I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress. Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time. "Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one." "Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

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.