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

“You had the privilege to marry into one of the most esteemed families in this country, my son, nonetheless” Did my old man hear himself? “But you must understand that like him, you also have to compromise.” At that point I needed to see where my father was taking this. “I declare that my son will take Miss Miranda as his mistress. She will stay with him. You will be moved to a beautiful house with everything you want and Storm will come to perform his duty to get you with child when the time comes.” Brandy shook, her face turning cold, mortification falling on her before she swallowed and blinked the shock away. Her polite smile was back and for those seconds all I could do was watch my wif

Diana's soft worried voice reached his ears, rubbing his back as an encouragement Christopher looked at her face before dropping all his acts. "A girl who dances in the club cannot be your bride, I won't allow it!" Christopher repeated his elder brother's firm speech from the private jet back in here with his eyes red and shivering lips. Strangely he was still smiling, smiling painfully. A low airy gasp left Diana's mouth as she heard him, instantly knowing it was her rude dear husband's words. He said those harsh things to his own younger brother? Diana pitied the boy who was dancing with her. In their family of three, she was the only one who knew him the most.

They don’t have any shame in their face. "If this girl won’t go from here I will cancel this wedding right now right here let’s go beta" she ordered her son , who looks like waiting for her command . The man, like a robot, stood up, throwing his garland. My blood boiled seeing the bride crying helplessly ,while the guy stood behind his mother without caring about the reputation of the bride with whom he is going to spend the rest of his life . Maybe Meerab is right, marrying this man will ruin her life.

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry. My mom wants me to take over the family business. I don't have a choice but to end things. Take the money and live well." Before he could say more, Mrs. Smith cut in again, her voice full of poison. "You heard him. You're just a nobody. No one's ever going to marry a gold digger like you." The bride had had enough. Her anger boiled over. "Do you think I care about your stupid money?" she snapped. "I'd never marry a fake like your son!" She yanked off her veil and threw it on the floor. Gripping her bouquet tightly, she stormed over to Liam Hamilton, who was still trying to wrap his head around everything happening.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

"But she's not what I want long-term. She's too bitter. Too angry. Too aware of my faults." "And Scarlet isn't?" "Scarlet is different. She's the one who got away. The one who thought she could do better than me." I felt anger rising in my chest just thinking about it. "She humiliated me. Left me. Took my son. Married my brother just to spite me." "I thought you said it was a contract marriage." "It was. But she still chose him over me. That's the part that matters." I stood up and walked to the window. The city lights spread out below. All those people living their small lives with their small problems.

The hotel room smelled like lies. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for forty-seven minutes. The wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. White silk. Pearls. A costume for a bride who did not exist. I counted the minutes on the digital clock. Red numbers. The same red as my mother's nail polish in the photograph hidden in my suitcase. The contract waited on the bedside table. Four pages. Legal jargon. A marriage agreement between Victor Thorne's daughter and Rex Marchetti. I picked up the pen.

The middle-aged woman sneered before she said sternly, “My ass! If that b*stard with the last name Scotson really loves you, then why would he be treating you like this? He isn’t even willing to give you a single penny, he isn’t giving his bride any dowry, and he isn’t even coming here to pick you up on your wedding day! So, does he expect you to travel dozens of kilometers to attend your own wedding? Is that what a decent man would do?” The young man yelled, “The one with the last name Scotson simply despises and looks down on us! He thinks that our family is poor and cannot be compared to his family at all. That’s why his family does not take our family seriously at all. He isn’t even comi

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.