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

After proposing her learnt one hurtful truth, she had been playing him all along. She was after his money and was planning on being with another man. It was his siblings that brought her into his life. They made his life a circus and watched and enjoyed as he got played. It was hard for him but with time he healed. When his parents wanted him to marry someone they arranged for him, he flipped. He was going to choose a better devil which was the reason why he found himself a bride of his own. Even if that devil returns he was going to show her that things have changed. His heart was slowly being occupied by his wife and he was not going to do anything that was harmful to her no matter how tem

She was angry at how arrogant he sounded. " This is the best way to get your revenge on your fiancée and I also need a wife,so we're both going to gain"Elias said ignoring the angry lady opposite him. "Besides,it will be a contract marriage, we'll both have our terms and conditions. I'm sorry for doing this but I'm left with no choice,I just want to fulfill my grandfather dying wish", Elias sighed and looked out through the window. This is the only way he could go about it and he didn't feel disgusted by the woman before him making her the perfect candidate.

My father said firmly, "There's no need for further discussions. The decision has already been made." My hands shook, and I dug my fingers into the chair, trying to keep it together. "Who am I supposed to marry?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. "You will marry Stefano Bernardo," he said, meeting my gaze. The name sent a shiver down my spine. I had heard rumors about him — ruthless, cold, the kind of man people whispered about when they thought no one was listening. A man known for being merciless. Right then, the door creaked open, I turned around, my heart pounding, as the footsteps came closer.

Flour dust still clung to the fabric, the scent of soap and grease reminding me of where I truly belonged in this house not as a daughter, but as a servant. “I should change my clothes first,” I murmured, desperate for at least a shred of dignity before being paraded to the registrar beside a man I had never met. But Claudia’s sharp voice cut me down before I could even take a step. “No,” she snapped, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. “You’ll go exactly as you are. Let them see what a perfect match you make a beggar bride for a beggar groom.” Vanessa’s laughter erupted again, cruel and shrill. “Oh, this is priceless! The registrar won’t know who’s poorer, you or your ‘husband.’”

I let go of her hands, climbing on the altar myself, as I stood and waited for my groom. Seconds turned into minutes then hours, as the crowd slowly started to whisper. As they whispers grew loudly into murmurs then insults. “Wow, so he left her at the altar,” a woman who sat at the front jabbed. I knew her, she was from one of Vivian’s competitive social clubs. “I’ve never heard of a groom standing up his bride,” another said with a mocking laugh.

But right before the recording cut out completely, a voice came through, faint but unmistakably a woman's voice. *"He must never marry her."* The screen went black. My blood turned to ice. I stared at the dark screen for a long moment. "Who was she talking about?" Neither brother answered me. Then Aridian's hand froze on the document. He'd found something. A second sheet, folded small, tucked behind the original declaration where I hadn't noticed it before. He pulled it free carefully and unfolded it. One sentence, written in the same careful hand as everything else. *"If the elder heir marries the woman chosen for the younger son, the entire succession will be challenged."*

Three hours later, the Astor and Cale families each sent cars to take Veronica and me to the wedding venue. Suddenly, Veronica stepped onto the stage with a bright smile and addressed me. "Catherine, today we're both getting married at the same time. As your sister, I'm truly happy for you. "But I also have a few words of advice. I know you like to have a good time, but marriage is different. "I hope that after you marry into the Astor family, you'll behave yourself, honor your duties as a wife, and not do anything that would embarrass Charles or bring shame to either one of our families."

“My sake? How would keeping the truth from me be beneficial on my end? Is this a joke?” Cillian’s jaw hardens as all hints of humour disappear from his cast. “I did not think you would be so eager to learn that your previous husband only married you to spite me. That his only goal was to keep you from my reach, knowing I wanted you.” A smirk curls up a fold of his lips; he must enjoy watching the despair that’s seized every inch of my body. “See if you can remember, bridéach... My brother must have been present at your quaint little party. On the day I claimed you as mine.”

“Let’s backtrack for a second. When… when did this happen?” “Yesterday,” Mia said without flinching. Elena’s face drained of color. “Yesterday?!” Mia gave a nod. “Let me get this straight,” Elena said slowly, pointing a finger at her. “Just after your father disinherits you and names his illegitimate son heir… you go and marry his worst rival’s son?” There was a stretch of silence. Then Mose muttered, “She’s smart…” All eyes snapped to him, his own widening as though he'd accidentally hit "send" on an unedited text.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.