All Chapters of The Heartless Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ayla felt her phone vibrating inside the pocket of her dress, but she kept her eyes focused on the stage where the valedictorian was giving her speech.  A sigh left her lips as she felt the vibrations slowing down to an end, but her relief was only momentary because it wasn't long before that it started to vibrate again. She was somewhat thankful for putting it on silent as soon as she arrived on the campus premises, having a hunch that a certain someone would soon be blowing it up with notifications. She didn't have to check the identity of the caller as she already knew who was constantly calling her.  As the minutes ticked by, her frustration only grew as her phone kept vibrating. The constant calling was also earning her deadly glares from the girl who was sitting on her right. When she couldn't take it any longer, she pulled out the phone and declined the call. Her fingers skimmed over the screen as she hurriedly type a messag

"You can't just act out like this when I am busy with work, Ayla." Claude snapped back at her. "It's not my fault that you don't have anything better to do." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his eyes widened in realization about how curt he was sounding. "I am so sorry, love." He took a step forward but stopped himself when he saw her retreating back. "I swear I didn't mean to sound like a mean bitch, Ayla." He sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair; he was frustrated with himself.  "It's alright." Ayla shook her head, refusing to look him in the eye after their not so polite exchange. "You are right. I have nothing better than to stay at home and nag at you for not giving me enough attention. You clearly have better things to do than watching your wife getting ready for her graduation day." She muttered the last part more to herself as she brought her hands up to her arms, rubbing them over her bare skin hoping t

Keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor downstairs, Claude finished off his drink in one big gulp.  "A***h*les!" He slammed down the glass on the table, the force powerful enough to make it crack down the middle. Though he could care less about it. Before the other two men could question his acting, he stormed out of their private lounge and down to the ground floor where Ayla was. Keeping his pace up, Claude approached the trio which were now surrounded by a group of men. What made his blood boil actually was the fact that one of them was practically hovering over Ayla like a pesky little fly he was.  "Hey, you!" Claude spoke up loud enough to get the man's attention as his feet brought him to a stand behind Ayla's little frame. Without wasting another second, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his chest, protectively. "You shouldn't be in a place where you are clearly not wanted

It was late into the winter; the full moon was high up in the sky as it's bright, white rays shone over the darkness which engulfed the earth.  Ayla was busy admiring the view before her, settled down on a recliner on the terrace. Her feet were stretched in the air, resting on the glass walls which lined the boundary. A book was sprawled open in her hands, but her eyes were lost somewhere else. Every single thought that crossed her mind was related to only one person: Claude.  As if on instinct, her hand reached forward to her phone which was resting on a marble top next to the recliner. Swiping her thumb across the screen, she unlocked it to check on the notifications. There were many unread messages waiting for her reply but she could care less about them. Most of them were either from her newfound friends who were way more socializing than she could ever wish to be. Or they were from some random brands, announcing their latest d

"I wish I could say the same about you…" "Excuse me?" Ayla threw her a puzzled glare, thinking that she might have misheard her. As much as she wanted to, it would be wrong on her part to just assume something worse about their guest.  "You heard me right, woman." The lady, Selene, kept on goading her. "I have heard about you. It's really hard to keep things to yourself when you are a part of 'our' world."  It didn't go unnoticed by Ayla how she was emphasizing the word 'our'. Holding back her grimace, Ayla gave her a small smile in return. "And your point is?" She crossed her arms across her chest, trying her best to glance in the man's direction who was doing nothing but sitting idly when some random woman was doing her best at humiliating his wife. The very wife he had promised to protect and cherish.  "My point is that you should just keep to yourself for as long as this mar