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

"Her marriage with Don." "What the heck?!" Fred uttered as he stood up immediately. "Dad, what are you talking about?" He said again. "She is getting married to Don and your mother and I have concluded on this decision but we just need you to help us talk to her. We tried talking to her but........ " Mr Jeffrey trailed off. "We couldn't because now, she hates us more." Mrs Helen finished with glistening eyes. She was trying so hard not to cry. Fred couldn't believe his parents. How could they have done that to Lillian? And most especially with Don of all people.

Between us and it stood a woman in red wedding clothes, hair streaming like weed. [Grudge spirit: Bride of the River.] She lifted her veil. Under it was Aunt Lan's face. False kin. No. False beloved. It smiled with Aunt Lan's mouth. "Come home for supper, Chen." Ava raised the crowbar. "I am so tired of this family-themed nonsense." The bride opened her arms. The upside-down river did not just reverse gravity. It reversed blame. Every regret I had tried to bury floated up bright and bloated: not visiting Grandpa Lu enough, not answering my father's last message, pretending my mother's death had made me practical instead of afraid.

Elder Marren began, his voice a dry rasp that had ended more than one argument in the past, “we heard what happened in the courtyard.” “Yes,” Elder Halven added, a blunt man with eyes that never smiled. “We heard the tongue of your bride-to-be raised against you like a challenge.” They didn’t look at me with pity. They looked at me as if I had contracted something contagious by choosing a mate outside the proper bounds—an error in breeding, in politics, in judgment. Their disapproval was more cutting than any blade. I kept my hands on the rim of the table until the wood whitened beneath my grip. “She humiliated me,” I said, the words carefully flat. “She spoke to my people with insolence. Sh

The Emperor said with a gesture to his second son. “What about you? Would you like to see what outcome happens?” The second Prince asked his Bride, but she never spoke and only looked forward. Blake noticed that the Second Prince was waiting for an answer, and with a hand movement, the Bride nodded. “My wife has spoken. Let the match continue with the Western Provenance and Eastern Provenance and see who will win the hand of marriage from my sisters?” The Second Prince announced.

It was expected, after all, he never felt anything for her. “Oh, is that so, brother?” Atlas chuckled and stretched his hand towards his subordinate who handed him a blue file. He opened the file and pulled out a document with the words, ‘MARRIAGE CONTRACT’ in bold letters. “Then, what is this?” he read aloud, “A marriage contract between Caspian Clinton and Saffron Graham.” He looked at Caspian and then Saffron and smiled. “Mr. Marcus, it would interest you to know that my brother is about to deceive your daughter into a marriage when he is already married to Saffron, an orphan from the Graham Motherless Homes in a rundown town. She used to work for the family as a Chef and your daughter kn

“I am your wife now. Tonight is our wedding night, and yet you sit here mourning another woman.” “If this becomes known tomorrow, how am I meant to show my face at court?” “You told me you despised women like Hazel. You said she was arrogant, spoiled by birth and privilege. You said you hated noble ladies who flaunted their rank.” Her voice trembled with fury. “And yet here you are, drunk on the night of our wedding, grieving the woman you claim to despise.” She took a shaking breath. “It is too late now. No matter what you feel, she is already your brother’s wife.”

She swaggered, speaking smugly. "I heard that the bride was forced to marry Steven. This wedding was held only to meet Royal requirements. Steven, am I right? Your father threatened her, so she had no choice but to agree to marry him. There is one more thing that I want to tell everyone, Steven currently has an outside lover also named Diana. This bride's name is also Diana, did he ever take her to be a replacement? By the time she's no longer worth taking advantage of, he'll throw her away like a toy. This bride is truly pitiful."

"Mom, I'll explain this to you later." Bradyn stepped forward and placed himself between Mrs. Capel and me. However, what I didn't expect was that Mrs. Capel started laughing. "Oh, Bradyn, there's no need for explanations. I think the situation is even crazier than you said. My son, swiping a bride from another wedding, he's got some guts, I'll give him that. And the girl who, right in the middle of her wedding, sticks to her heart and chooses to be with you, well, she's gotta be something special to you, right?"

Irene Spencer was married to a bridegroom who never showed up at their wedding. The bed sprinkled with rose petals that formed a distinct heart shape, along with the decorations within the suite, were all a slap to her face. It was humiliating! It was unbearable! However, there was nothing she could do about it! All her life, she had been under the control of others ever since she was born. Even her marriage to the Jefferson family was because of her father's greed.

"He was too against the idea of moving in and had a cutthroat argument, slandering us for his wife." She did her best to instigate Marie against Alice in her sweetest way. The old man was already siding with Alice; she can't let the old lady follow his footprint. "That sounds like relief, if Andrew's wife ensured on his behalf. Now a days, guys listen to their wives." Marie said this and took a seat next to her husband. "Mom, it's foolish for you to count on that actress, who always acts. She began to sow discord between me and my son." Martin meddled again.