Novel & Cerita The Spiteful Bride, Marry To Rival's Son

Her son was never like this until his wife, Kimberly passed on to the next life, since then, she had lost her son to a brutal devil with no emotions. “No, you have it all wrong. He doesn't apologize to anyone except for Miss Adams .” “Who?” Her eyes irked in amazement dragging him closer to her. Her son had finally gotten impressed by another woman's behavior. No wonder he rejected the blind date! He has a hidden bride!

Raphael raised a brow as he stared at Caspian. "My supposed 'bride' unfortunately died in the accident— don't you get what that means?" He asked as he saw their clueless expression which slowly turned into one of understanding. "That means…" Aeon exchanged looks with Raphael who nodded " The hunt for a bride is now on" "Exactly" Caspian nodded and turned away from them and walked to a table at the middle of the room. Different sizes of knives were placed there. Caspian picked up the smallest and twirled it in his Ii They'll find a bride for me instead, one they'll use as a weapon" He turned back to face them, a grin on his face "But I'll beat them to it"

I hear you want to marry my daughter and sorry I arrived late because of work atri:- if you don't allow him to marry my sister then I will take her away with me dad:- OK if you prove yourself a worthy man for my daughter then I will allow you to marry her arti:- mom then you will allow me too mom:- OK then mama will allow you too

A heard a few gasps from the spirits sitting over there. “I know, this fact is hard to digest i.e. a living person will be my son’s wife. I had asked him to make her his mistress for the heir but he denied.” Before Cade could have opened his mouth, I cut him off. “I am not surprised by your suggestion, Mr. Black. What Else could that person suggest who had raped his son’s mother, had used his son as a tool for his benefit, also tried to kill his son’s chosen bride, and at last but not the least, came up with such a disgusting idea. Where do you live anyway? In the gutter or something?”, I mocked and this time everyone gasped at my words.

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

She forced out a few tears and looked pleadingly at Jonathan. She asked pitifully, "Mr. Arthur, if you don't care about your son, can't I do it? You're forcing him to marry some orphaned, penniless woman just to win over one professor. Are you treating Mr. Jonathan as a bargaining chip for a marriage alliance?"

Rhys Rita Sokolov. My would-be bride has the complete view of the situation. I don’t have to see June’s expression to know how stiff she is right now. Rita’s unfocused eyes narrows on us as she sways on her feet, the sound of her heels scraping on the ground amplified tenfold in the imposing silence.

News of my marriage to Charlie spread quickly, and soon the entire upper circle was buzzing. Everyone was waiting for the drama to unfold. On the day of the wedding, the Quirrel and Gillan families had booked the same hotel. Both our ballrooms were located at opposite ends, separated only by the central courtyard. "Look at her. She's marrying a man on his deathbed. It's obvious she's just after his money," someone said. I turned and saw Adrian leaning heavily on a cane. His complexion was sallow, and his eyes were sunken deep into their sockets. He looked like a walking skeleton.

“If you refuse, the Aston heir title will be transferred to Drake.” My whole body went cold. No. He couldn’t be serious. I glanced at Mr. Sullivan, hoping—praying—this was some kind of bluff. But the lawyer didn’t react. Didn’t even flinch. My father wasn’t joking. I forced myself to stay calm. “You’re saying… if I refuse to marry Brandon, you’ll make Drake the heir?” “That’s right.” “And you’ll have him marry someone from the Aston family instead.” “Yes.” My heart pounded. He meant it.

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”