Novel & Cerita The Case Of The Betrayed Bride

An affair at the back of the house, the bride moaning someone’s name and then tragedy happens. “ You’re just a child back then,” the Santoro’s head whispered. “ But you witness my wife having an affair with the Vittorio’s heir. Your father betrayed the Vittorio thinking he can claim everything as his. But you,” he gasped, “ you betrayed your father by keeping your mouth shut.” I clenched my jaw. “ I’m not getting any of this.” “ I know she’s having an affair, ” Santoro whimpered, “ but, I didn’t expect the child that she’s bearing wasn’t mine.”

“Go on, I’m listening.” I took a deep breath, the weight of my confession pressing down on me. “Umm..Her name is Bridget,” I began. “We met in college, and we were together for years. She supported me and believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself. But I betrayed her, Mom. I betrayed her in the worst way possible.” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. “She got pregnant with my child, and I… I rejected them both.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

Maybe it was the stench of betrayal I could already smell on one of the bastards lined up in my office. Eight men. All loyal. All trusted. And one of them was lying. I didn’t speak at first. Just sat there in my carved chair, with the wolf heads on the arms and sipping black espresso like it was blood. The room was quiet, save for the tick-tick-tick of the old grandfather clock in the corner. Tick. Tock. Like a countdown to someone’s execution. I looked up, slowly. “My bride ran,” I said. Calmly. Coldly. “She got as far as the street.”

“Dorothy’s husband got really bad dementia, and Dorothy had to move him into the pack’s senior care facility. Just before he died, Stephanie and Sheila took advantage of him, if you know what I mean. That caused Dorothy to experience severe betrayal pains for several hours. Apparently, they used a dress that they had stolen from Dorothy to convince her husband that they were her. Brandon was drugged by Stephanie and Sheila the night before his wedding while he was out with the boys. Stephanie slept with him and recorded it while Sheila hung out with his mate and pretended to comfort her. Brandon's wedding was postponed. Brandon and his mate eventually got back together, but his mate re

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.

In return: a blood bride, once every hundred years. The contract was never sealed. Not until now. My fingers trembled as I flipped to the final page of Gregory’s journal. His last entry read: > “The bride must not be taken by force. The pact demands her soul, not just her blood. If she refuses, the land will rot, and the family line shall burn.” I looked up. “Alika… this was always meant to happen. But only if the bride chooses.” “But I didn’t choose any of this!” she cried.

He scanned me from head to toe, but he wasn't talking about my drenched dress. “What are you doing here?" What! This man can never change. This is the same way he treated me back then, which prompted me to leave the house. He doesn't regard me, nor Blair. He always says it was because of us that our Mum left him and married a poor man. But we weren't even born by then, she only followed her heart and got betrayed at the end. “Miss Cassie, you are shivering." The maid standing behind him said. I gave her a deadly look and she quickly lowered her head.

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,