Vengeance Of The Bride Novels & Stories

Finally, after all of the pain and loss she'd had to experience in the past, she could finally have someone by her side forever, someone she could truly honestly call family, something she'd been deprived of for a long time. The smile on her face got wider when she recalled all the moments she'd shared with Brian, and today, she was going to be his wife, as all these beautiful thoughts raced through her head, something happened out of the blue that wiped all the gladness from her heart. All of a sudden, much to Vivian and the driver's surprise a large van suddenly appeared out of nowhere double-crossing the bridal car, the van stopped threateningly in front of the bridal car blocking it's wa

I looked at him for a moment, and I could only hope I wasn’t getting another abusive, manipulative, cheating man even if it was only for a short period of time, I imagined and just for revengeful purposes. I would at least beg for a friend please lord. “I do.” I heaved a sigh and he smiled. Everything seemed like a vegas wedding, spontaneous, not thought out, having little to no people around, wearing anything except we dressed perfectly for the occasion. It was amusing yet beautiful. We shared a kiss and it was different from another kiss I had shared with a man, I felt a spark and by the look in his eyes, he felt it too

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.

She didn’t say a word. She just watched. My heart shattered. My mother shoved me into the car and slammed the door shut. “Take her away,” she ordered coldly. “No! Mom, I don’t want to go!” I begged, hitting the window. But she had already turned her back, and walked away She didn’t even look back. --- I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked like a perfect bride. Beautiful and elegant But her red, swollen eyes told the truth. She was broken.

Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war. In our world, when you kill a king, you take his crown, his land, and his women. Taking Raul’s brand-new bride as my concubine was intended to be the ultimate spit to his memory. The ultimate, final, crushing blow that I could ever deliver. She was meant to be a trophy. A body to use and discard until the message was sent. And yet, every time I stood in the same room as her, my hands stayed at my sides. I couldn't bring myself to touch her.

Purpose. They filled the hollow spaces inside her, dulled the sharp edges of rage and grief just enough for her to breathe. She knew she would never truly feel whole—not until every enemy had tasted their own undoing—but Vera had learned patience. Revenge didn’t have to be rushed. It only had to be precise. And, oddly enough, making a wedding outfit for her ex–best friend—who also happened to be marrying her ex-husband—was proving surprisingly therapeutic. “This material keeps pulling, Ms. Vera. I swear they lied when they said it was the original.” Maya grumbled, tossing another length of fabric into the growing heap of rejected material. It wasn’t the first one she’d discarded that morning

It was just the night before her wedding she had had a nice romantic evening with her fiancée and everything seemed to be going jutj fine. Rose was so happy and was in ecstasy, hoping for the best to come her way. With a nice job, handsome, loving husband, have children and live happily ever after. But all that changed in just a flash of an eye. With just one night. Her fiancé had left her standing at the alter and never showed up. After the wedding had been called off. Rose who was completely heart broken, devastated with shattered dreams went in search of her fiancé but only to find him in bed with her one and only best friend.

Chloe said, "let's get you ready. You'll look beautiful in that dress." Elma reluctantly followed Chloe upstairs to the room where she would be getting ready. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she stared at herself in the mirror, wearing her white, beautiful wedding dress. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she had to. As Chloe helped her with her hair and makeup, Elma couldn't stop thinking about the night she had been abused. She remembered her innocence being taken away from her, and the anger and determination she felt to find the person responsible.

Of course, she should have known that he would be angry when she had made use of the unexpected turn of events this evening and exploited it, knowing those scales did not carry along with them good memories. She had just wanted to use that as a reminder of what he should be focused on, but that, it seemed had gone absolutely wrong. She should have reported it to the King immediately, but when the maid had fallen to her knees and said she had done it out of spite and vengeance, what more was there for find out? Her sister had been one of the unfortunate brides and it had made her really angry to see that there was someone who still hadn't had the same fate befallen her yet, taking a place her