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

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas

"You're just going to sit there and watch your sons treat your new wife like this? No matter what, she's still your wife." Vince didn't respond. He sat there, smoking, face dark, watching silently as his sons shoved his new bride to the ground and screamed at her. "She's no family," one of the boys spat. "She wrecked our home. We're letting her live in the house instead of the barn—she should be grateful!" "What kind of parents raised someone like you?" another chimed in. "Rotten family, from the top to bottom!" Maybe that last insult struck a nerve. Before anyone could react, Leila sprang up and tackled the boy who'd spoken, raining punches down on him. She looked skeletal, but in that mome

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

"She's not beautiful, she's rude, she's a liar, a cheat probably, she's..." "Wait, a liar you say?" "Yes" I replied, gazing hard at him. "I don't know what her motives are, but she's clearly not good for me". I narrated how I had almost run over Vivian the day Anne called off the wedding and how she had abused me and yelled at me. "I was shocked when she later turned out to be the arranged bride, but you know what that nitwit did?" He blinked, waiting for me to continue. "She denied ever meeting me."

He barked, jolting me in fear. “Miss Janet had inflicted me with insults after I had apologized multiple times for spilling juice on her wedding dress," Margret explained and I burned in anger. “You lying hag…" I tried to say but Asphalt shut me up. I was startled by his attitude towards me. Asphalt had never raised his voice on me let alone scold me. “Don't you dare address her like that, Janet," Asphalt coldly scolded me, humiliating me in front of my friends. “Are you taking her side after what she did to my wedding dress?. I am your wife remember!," I bit out but he walked past me and held Margret on her shoulders.

He stepped forward into the light, and his blue eyes did not look at the bodies on either side of me, and his face did not change, and when he stopped at the head of the table he did not even glance in my direction. "The tradition is the tradition," he said. "When a husband dies, his brother takes the bride." The patriarch's red eyes lifted to his son. The whole hall went still. And the cold man, looked at his patriarch across the marble and said the words that ended my life and began something far worse. "Father" "She belongs to me now."

Then looked away like I disgusted her. My chest tightened. “She’s lying,” I said quickly. “She forced me to this i didn't want to” “of course you didn't want this—you did want to marry the richest man and become mrs wilson “. “ “Enough.” damiens voice boomed, cold, Deadly. I froze. He stepped closer to me, his gaze hard. “You think I’m stupid?” he asked quietly. “No, I—” “You seduced your sister’s fiancé,” he continued, his tone filled with contempt. “Then tried to play the victim.”

"He tried to kill you." "He missed," Vespera said. "He always misses." She tightened her grip on his arm, her nails digging in slightly through his tuxedo jacket. "Look at me, husband." Slowly, agonizingly, Cyprian turned his head. He looked at his bride. She was untouched. Beautiful. Calm. "Don't do it," Vespera whispered. "He wants you to kill him. He wants to drag you down into the gutter with him. He wants to turn our wedding into a tragedy."

The gown, already askew, slips further down her shoulder. “Let go of me!” she screams. “Dominic! I’m your bride! I’m the one!” Dominic doesn’t bother to look at her. Instead, he grabs Francesco’s bloodied lapel and raises his fist again. He pauses as Beatrice gasps and Francesco flinches. “You will take that dress off you daughter,” he says to Beatrice. “Do it without a scratch or rip, right now, or I will beat your husband to death in front of you.”

Bride's family was ashamed as the both father and mother of the bride joint their hands and pleaded guiltily to the RATHOREs Bride's father looked at Rudra Singh Rathore and said, "Humey maaf kar dijiye. Humey nahi pata tha ki hamari guriya Aisa kuch karegi. Shaadi Wale din wo ghar chod kar chali jaegi. Izzat bachane ke liye humne apni choti beti ko mandap pe baitha diya. Humey maaf kar dijiye. Apne to samne se aa kar hamari madad ki. Hamari guriya ko samaj ki badnam se bachane ke liye usey apni Ghar ki Bahu banane ko bhi Raji ho gaye par hamari chhori (girl) ne hi Hume dhoka de Diya" (Forgive us. We didn't know that our daughter would do something like this. She would leave the house on the