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

he answered, still not looking up. Silence followed as she didn’t speak up. Xavier looked up at her, only to find her whole focus on the stage where the marriage was going on. The bride on the stage was asked by the priest if she would take the groom as her lawful husband. “I won’t. This trash can doesn’t even deserve to stand here,” the bride said, making the whole crowd go silent. The girl pulled up her veil, smashing it on the ground. “What… what are you doing, Asha?” the groom looked horrified by her words as he tried to handle the situation while gripping the girl’s hand.

"So you tried to hand my wedding to your favorite daughter behind my back?" Dad, who'd been quiet this whole time, suddenly snapped. He stormed over and slapped me—hard. "Shameless girl! You run off, then show up with fake texts and humiliate us? You think this marriage is some kind of game?" I wiped the blood from my lip, smiled wider, and said, "Who said I'm not getting married? I'm here, aren't I?" Beatrice's eyes lit up. "Yes! Our family only recognizes Vanessa as Dario's bride. We'll redo the ceremony—tonight!"

This scared everyone when the priest said that it was a bad omen. "Oh my goodness! This can't be happening. My son won't marry this woman here."Bron's mother said. Bron was my fiance's name. "Don't say this Mrs Linda. Mr Lewis please explain this to your wife. Our daughter has no misfortune." "I also can't get my son married to your daughter." Mr Lewis said. "No please. You can't do this for a single mistake that my daughter has done." Dad said. The situation was getting serious I felt I could say something but I was a bride and brides couldn't speak before the ceremony but something inside me was forcing me to.

“They went too far, Nic! They cheated on me and they stole my dream wedding! Plus, they made me pay for their florist! Every single discount they got for their wedding was because of me! Because those suppliers thought I was going to be the bride! Now, that’s cheap!” John shook his head and took a gulp of his beer. Dannie nodded “I’m sorry, Nic. But I agree with Astrid. The only way she can get back at them for what they did to her, is to shine brighter than the bride on her wedding day, and to make the groom ask himself, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’” Dannie smiled at me. “I’m with you, Ash. Let’s find you the perfect man for the job!” I was all set and excited for the next day. We were a

As Jamie saw the scene that was playing out, she hissed and left the place of out intense anger. Jamie's mother saw her daughter's anger, then she proceeded to calm her down. "Aww! Jamie my daughter." Jamie's mother said trying to pacify her daughter. "You know it is in our tradition that when a betrothed bride dies her sister or cousin marries her betrothed partner." Jamie's mother told her. "But Mom." Jamie started. "But.. Karen is not dead… she is still living." Jamie queried her mother, Emilia. "I have some rumor flying around already." Jamie's mother told her.

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

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

“Whoa! Isn't he crazy? How could he frame the bride on her first wedding night?! Oh Lord! Even her husband is crazier! How could he trust someone he just met more than his wife? Crazy, they're all crazy!” Sena remembered one of the soap opera scenes she had watched with her mother. The scene where someone deliberately hires a foreign man to enter the bridal chamber and traps the bride as if she is having an affair right on her first wedding night. Unfortunately, in that soap opera, the woman's husband takes her for granted and thinks his wife is having an affair and then divorces the poor woman. Since that day, everyone labeled the bride as an unfaithful woman, making her shunned by many peo

And I couldn’t live the rest of my life without a single confirmation. I looked back up into the mirror, at the pale ghost that stared back at me. Who was this? Why didn’t I have even a single pop of colour in my life? Even the flowers on my wedding were all white…lifeless! I hated white! I hated this! I hated everything! ‘You will marry Jordan or you will be disowned! I will throw you out onto the streets with all your stupid medals and cups! You will never see us again!’ My father’s angry voice screamed in my ears…threatening…mocking…