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

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

‎Nathaniel placed his hand over Grace’s lightly, a gesture meant for the cameras. ‎She did not flinch. ‎As they stepped into the crowd, Grace lifted her head and offered a faint, practiced smile. It was gentle and controlled. Exactly what a new bride was expected to show. ‎Inside, her heart remained silent. ‎He still didn’t recognize her. ‎Five years ago, she had stood in front of him with swollen eyes and shaking hands. She had begged him to listen, to check the evidence, to give her one chance to prove her innocence.

“The Williams family were proposing a marriage alliance between the two companies and they wanted me to marry their son Brett, but my mother couldn’t afford me to have a life better than theirs,” “So she lied to them I was married and wanted him to marry Lenny,” “Then, your mother proposed an arranged marriage between your brother and I, it killed two birds. Brett gets to marry Lenny and Adrian gets to be qualified to take over your father’s company since the board wanted him to get married and prove he was responsible,”

But his tone, quiet, sure, made me wonder if maybe I’d run out of reasons to keep saying no to life. I took the envelope, opened it. My eyes skimmed the first line. “A contract marriage?” The laugh that escaped me was brittle. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” Before I could react, he stepped inside. No hesitation. His presence filled the room, crowding out the air. “I need a wife,” he said. “One year. Public appearances. No scandals. “And in return?” My arms folded tight across my chest. “You get your revenge,” he said, eyes locking on mine. “On Liam. On your sister. On every single person who watched you fall and pretended to feel sorry for you.”

He had clearly taken the time to groom himself, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looking nothing like the disheveled man I saw before. His eyes were filled with emotion as he pleaded, "Rosalyn, he’s just a replacement I hired! Don’t let him fool you. He doesn’t love you. If you marry him, you’ll never be happy! "Please, give me one more chance! I’ll prove my love to you!" I remained stone-faced, about to signal security to throw him out, when suddenly, a ragged-looking woman rushed in. Grabbing Simon by the collar, she cried, "Simon! You told me I was the love of your life! Let’s go get married too!"

He must really hate the sound of my voice because instead of doing what I told him, he stepped on the gas and the car shot forward, moving way faster than I thought it could. I yelped, reaching for anything to grab so I wasn't propelled out of my seat. Resigned to be with a heartless monster, I kept trying to count backward in a bid to distract myself from how fast he was going. A couple of minutes later to my surprise, he started talking without prompting. “You know you're all the same, right? You, your sister, every other bloody lady! Most of it all though, is your sister!” He spat out contempt in every word. “I never wanted to marry her but somehow she wiggled my way into my family and go

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

“It has to be.” He studied her for a long moment, then breathed. “You can hate me all you want. But if we join, if we marry even for show we can both win.” She let out a sharp laugh. “You think marriage is a game of power?” “It always was,” he said softly. Aurora felt the floor tilt beneath her feet. “I will never marry you again.” “Again?” he repeated softly, the word catching. Her eyes widened, realizing her slip.

Noah called, and a guy with chiseled features looked up from a corner surrounded by four screens. “Here’s your rival,” Noah grinned at him. “I’m not that good,” I said quickly, brushing it off and stepping out of the room. I exhaled sharply the second I left. What kind of husband am I getting stuck with? Am I really a bride—or just a pawn in their game? The moment my dad told me I was marrying his boss’s son, I knew there had to be a reason. A deal. A move. And now here it is. I scoffed under my breath at the thought.