Billionaire Bride Faked Her Death To Expose Her Husband’s Betrayal___

The Bride Who Faked Her Death

It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, her wedding day to David. But just minutes before the ceremony, as Linda walked down the hallway in her white gown, planning to surprise her fiancé, she overheard a conversation that shattered her world.

Standing outside David’s room, she heard his voice, laughing: “She’ll be gone soon. The pill will finish her before or after the vows, it doesn’t matter. Once she’s dead, everything she owns will be ours.”

Linda’s blood turned cold. Then, a familiar, soft voice replied: “Don’t worry, I’ve already added it to her drink.”

David laughed again: “Good. Hope you’re wearing your bridesmaid dress,” confirming the accomplice was her best friend and Chief Bridesmaid, Rita.

Her bouquet fell, and Linda, her world spinning, turned and ran. She barely made it to the room of her father, Mr. Bernard, and stepmother before collapsing, whispering, “They… they want to kill me.”

The Performance of Grief

Linda’s collapse threw the hotel into chaos. David rushed out, perfectly feigning shock and despair, kneeling beside her and crying fake tears: “My bride, what happened to my love?” As Linda’s body, pale and still, was lifted into a car, David gently placed her head on his lap. Once out of sight, he secretly messaged his accomplice: “Congratulations to us. It’s done.”

At the hospital, David continued his masterful performance, shouting for help. Her stepmother wept loudly. Her father stood silently, a man in shock. David sat in the waiting room, rocking slowly, concealing a smug smirk every time he checked the clock.

When the doctor emerged, he reported: “She’s alive, but her condition is very bad… We are doing everything we can.” David’s phone vibrated: “Good job. We’ll talk soon.” The mask of sorrow remained perfect.

The Secret Plan

Inside the emergency room, surrounded by beeping machines, Linda’s eyes fluttered open. Tears rolled down her face as she whispered to the nurse: “Please, don’t tell them I’m awake. Not yet.” The nurse, seeing the raw fear and determination in Linda’s eyes, nodded quietly. “I promise.”

The next morning, Linda demanded to see Dr. Felix, her personal physician. She told him everything: David was giving her pills, claiming they were vitamins, but they were poison. He wanted her money and properties, and Rita was his accomplice.

Then, a dangerous idea crossed her mind: “Doctor, help me fake my death.”

Dr. Felix was shocked, but Linda’s resolve was firm: “It’s the only way. If they think I’m dead, they’ll relax. They’ll expose themselves. I’ll finally see the faces behind my pain.” The doctor agreed. Linda would die, but only on paper.

That night, Dr. Felix injected Linda with a liquid that slowed her heartbeat, paled her skin, and made her body cold as marble. He then called with a calm voice: “I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

The Vultures Gather

Within an hour, the news spread: Linda is dead.

The lawyer announced strict rules: the will would not be read until 10 days after her death, and until then, each “loved one” must visit the coffin alone, one person per day, to mourn privately.

Day 1: The Betrayers. David and Rita entered the room together. David held Rita’s hand, and she squeezed back. “Finally,” David whispered, “we can have everything.” Rita leaned close to the coffin: “The pills worked perfectly. I told you it would.” Linda’s heart shattered. Her husband and her best friend were monsters.

Day 2: The Vultures. Linda’s stepsiblings, Kevin and Ella, entered. “I’m taking all her cars,” Kevin stated, staring at the coffin. “I want the beach house. I’ve always wanted that place,” Ella replied coldly. They laughed, mocking Linda’s serious nature, claiming they only tolerated her for her money.

Day 3: The Father. Mr. Bernard and his wife, Linda’s Stepmother, arrived. The Stepmother whispered to her husband: “You won’t have to keep begging her for money anymore… Everything she owned is now yours. She must have left you something in her will.” Linda waited for her father to object, but he only sighed and nodded: “You’re right… I raised her. It’s only fair.” Linda’s heart broke—he loved what she could give him.

Day 4: The Mother. Linda’s estranged Mother arrived, dressed in plain black. She didn’t look at the mansion or the luxury. She touched Linda’s cold hand and wept uncontrollably. “I never wanted to leave you,” she sobbed. “Your father wouldn’t let me. He pushed me away. He said he’d make you hate me. And he did.” Under the sheet, Linda realized the truth: her father had lied and kept them apart.

Day 5: The True Heart. The house staff came to pay their respects. Among them, George, the driver, stood apart, his hands clenched. When the room emptied, he stepped forward, tears streaming down his face. “I should have told you,” he whispered, shaking with regret. “I saw things, Linda… Your husband, your best friend. They weren’t who you thought they were.” Then, the words that broke her heart in a different way: “I love you, Linda. I’ve loved you for years… I stayed close to you. I became your driver just to see you smile every day.” Linda realized that the only true love she had ever known was right there.

The Final Wish

On the tenth day, everyone—greedy and expectant—gathered. The lawyer walked in, holding a black briefcase.

“Mrs. Linda left one last instruction,” he announced. “You all must watch this video first.”

The screen lit up. The first clip showed David and Rita laughing, embracing, and walking into a hotel room. Clip after clip played: stolen kisses, secret meetings, undeniable betrayal.

Then, bold white words appeared: MY WILL.

Linda appeared on the screen, alive and radiant. She smiled coldly: “Now that I’ve seen how much you all truly loved me… here is my will.”

To David and Rita: “You will lose everything I ever gave you. Divorce papers have already been sent. You will both walk away with nothing.”
To Kevin and Ella: “I don’t ever want to see you both come near me again.”
To My Father and His Wife: “I give you 5 million Nigerian naira, not because of love, but so my hate for you doesn’t fall on your children. After today, we are strangers.”
To My Mother: Her voice softened. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to make it right.”
To George: “My dear, George… I’ve loved you since the day you came into my life as my driver… I want you to know the truth. I love you. And if you still feel the same, will you be mine?”

The doors burst open. Linda stood there, alive, glowing, beautiful, and strong.

The crowd screamed. George ran toward her and held her tightly, crying uncontrollably.

Before the shock could settle, several police officers rushed in, announcing: “David Matthew and Rita, you are both under arrest for the attempted murder of Mrs. Linda Bernard.”

David and Rita screamed and struggled, but they were handcuffed and dragged out of the mansion.

Linda walked toward George, the man who loved her silently through it all. He whispered, “You’re free now.”

Linda took a deep breath, tears of peace streaming down her face. She was free from betrayal and lies. As she held George’s hand and embraced her mother, she knew: “This is only the beginning.”

Moral of the Story

Greed blinds people and turns love into evil. True love doesn’t look at status or money; it comes from the heart. Evil may succeed for a while, but truth will always win in the end. Be kind, but never let love make you blind to people’s true intentions.