The Spiteful Bride, Marry To Rival's Son Novels & Stories

When everyone around gawks their eyes at me like I’m the most ungrateful spoiled brat they have ever seen as if any normal person would want to be a bride to such a cold and unfeeling man. A man that won’t even let his supposed wife take a walk on the yards. Who would ever want to be the bride to such a person. I chuckle, this cutlery in my hand falling onto the table. Everything has lost taste in my tongue and even though I find myself in glamour, my life just seems so meaningless and without colour. It’s one thing to force me into marriage for breeding purposes but to willfully send the woman he knows is his wife’s best friend, the man is the son of the devil.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

I said without even trying it. " See, the delicate clothes which are meant to be for newly married girls don't even fit her. I don't know why dad gave me this punishment? Even I wanted a bride who was perfect in every sense. A beautiful, delicate and elegant bride, someone who was so pretty that people keep looking at her. I wanted to see the heads turning to get just a glimpse of my beautiful wife. Someone so delicate that I should be scared that she might get hurt. Someone so elegant that everyone should get jealous of me." " Shut up, Dhruv, we allowed you to choose your wife but that girl betrayed you. So you can't blame your dad for whatever happened. " Mom said.

The entire hall erupted into chaos. Ryan and Mason exchanged stunned glances, a deep worry growing in their chests. Who had done this? And more importantly, was the woman in the photos truly Ivy? “What kind of woman is the bride today?” “How disgraceful! How can the Luke family accept someone like her?” “She’s a stain on their family name!” The scornful words cut through the air like sharp blades, piercing Ivy’s dignity. The Luke family stood frozen under the weight of countless scrutinizing gazes, their expressions pale with shock, unsure of how to respond.

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

“Bridget, I’m telling you, don’t be crazy! I won’t stick it out and suffer with you like Hubert did!” “So, all you cared about was my money? You went so far as to deceive me?” Bridget’s eyes were dark and icy, like a lifeless void. “What did you say?” Vernon’s eyes darted around nervously. Then, right in front of Bridget, he slammed his son to death on the ground! Bridget instantly broke down in despair. The next second, she went berserk and clawed at him. “Vernon, I’ll fight you to the end!”

The groom swept the dance floor with moves, circling around his bride who couldn't contain her laughter from happiness as she danced as well, beaming with joy as the happiest bride on earth. Whispers kept flying in the air as the people commented on their match, and behind the crowd was a small set of women gathered together who frowned as they watched from the open space. "Tch!" A woman sighed. She amongst the five other women was more elegant than the rest, "of all people, it had to be that girl, that poor, lowly journalist, what an abomination.'' She murmured. "If you were so against it Sonia then why did you let your son marry such a woman." Her friend said Sonia immediately glared at he

My son’s bride stretched out her hands for me to shake with a bright smile plastered all over her face. “Nice things, huh, I never thought your husband had any nice things to say about me.” I muffled with a smile, taking her hands, “Nice to meet you too.” “Well, I didn’t, now you can leave, it’s too late, trying to be a father… and of all places, not at my wedding.” He hissed, gesturing for me to leave. I stood, wanting to say more but eyes were on us, “Well you heard him, he wants you gone.” Greta of course was going to make things worse.

The wedding hall was packed to the brim . The nobles mixed with the commoners to witness the bride and bridegroom exchange vows to their matrimonial journey . The groom's relatives beamed with pride as they looked forward to having such an exceptionally talented bride as their daughter in-law . It had been a tough ride so far , but the end always justifies the means . The bride's relatives and friends , on the hand , were expectant of an hitherto unheard of unity between the two antagonistic social classes . To them , it was proof that they too could rise above their social status . Grace Kane , their daughter , had testified to that .