Victoria From The Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

Victoria revealed, her voice laced with desperation. "That bastard revealed my name after enduring only a few beatings, and I knew I couldn't let William confront me." Victoria's eyes flashed with panic. "I couldn't lose everything I had manipulated to achieve, so I sent you away to your grandfather's hometown, and then I killed William, making it look like a natural death." Victoria's expression twisted into a cruel smile. "I had no idea Roslyn was Adriana's daughter at the time, but Michael, Adriana's loyal driver, became close to Edgar Volter, and when you both grew up, Edgar arranged your marriage to Roslyn."

Slowly, I opened my hand, releasing her throat. Victoria slumped slightly against the wall, coughing and rubbing her bruised neck. She took a deep, shuddering breath, smoothing her silver dress. "You have no power here, Jordan," Victoria sneered, her voice raspy. "You are just a puppet. And your little flat-chested pet is going to die." Turning her back on me, Victoria walked down the dark hallway toward the front door. She didn't look back. She pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the frat house and disappeared into the freezing night.

"Have you forgotten how he coughed up blood? Have you forgotten how cold his body was when he died on the carpet?" "No... stop..." Victoria covered her ears in terror and began to tremble all over. "The person standing here now..." Without mercy, I kicked away the hand clinging to my ankle. "...is only a stranger who finds you disgusting." "Julian! No! Please don't do this to me!" Victoria let out a desperate scream. She tried to grab me again, but missed and slammed her forehead against the steps. Blood poured from the wound. I did not look at her again. I turned and took Elise's arm.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

Chapter 33: The Harsh Reality This time, when I knocked on the doors of the picturesque Victorian style house, I had every right to be here and every intention of getting answers. The door opened after two whole minutes of me waiting outside and that too only a tiny fraction. As I had imagined, her expression changed as soon as she saw me and she was once again about to slam the door shut on my face. But this time, I blocked the door with a booted foot and pushed the door open with enough force that my mother had to step away in haste.

she retaliated fiercely. The Queen smirked and crossed her arms. "You have no witnesses here. If I kill you now-" she brings out a dagger and points it towards us. "-Then no one and I mean not a single vampire will question my action." I pulled Myra back because even though I knew she could fight, but she was no match for the Queen. I glowered at her and said through clenched teeth, "Really? Then who is your new puppet?" She shrugged elegantly. "I will find someone. There's Greyson..."

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

"Victoria, I'll do anything. Just don't harm her ashes." Victoria looked down at me, savoring the moment of triumph. I could see the memory of her own humiliation at this very cemetery burning in her eyes—where I had forced her to kowtow to Lily's grave after discovering she had desecrated it. "Anything?" Victoria's eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Then bow to me. Not just kneel. Kowtow. Touch your forehead to the ground." Without hesitation, I bent forward, pressing my forehead against the cold earth. My wolf, driven by maternal instinct, accepted the humiliation without protest.

All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone. The entire hall fell into a stunned silence. I took that moment to grab Malcolm’s cousin, Christine Wagner, by the hair, yank her to the floor, and slap her three dozen times. When I saw her face swell up, I burst out laughing. Her scream finally snapped everyone back to reality. They looked at me as if I had lost it. "Has she gone insane? Isn't Christine her best friend? I heard she's the one who introduced her to Malcolm!" Malcolm rushed forward and pulled Christin

Then she picked it up, folded it along its original crease, and held it in her closed hand. Outside the window, the city moved through its ordinary morning, and Mira Castellan finished dying, and Wren Calloway drew her first breath.