Big Sky River: The Bridal Path Cast Novels & Stories

Evelyn stared at herself in the mirror. She had been crying for days, and now on her wedding day, her face looked pale and her eyes were swollen. There was no happiness visible on her face. The wedding dress she wore was indeed beautiful, but somehow it felt like a dress for her own funeral.

"July, Auntie will be back inside." The soft touch of Mary's hands on July's hair, which is neatly arranged in a bun-up, in the form of a braid. The touch make July more complicated inside. "Salo, follow me." Aks Mary to her daughter. Mary or Salo are not observant enough to carry July's facial expressions at this time, in their minds, there is only peace because the groom has appeared. After the two go away, only July was left in the bridal waiting room, a hotel employee and a man who came suddenly claiming to be her future husband.

They also showed a combination of white, pink, purple, and blue, which she failed to notice earlier. Their soft hues are very easy on the eyes. For a while, Wyoming lost her gaze on them and felt a bit calmer as she continued her ascent to the altar, where the actor playing the role of her groom was waiting. The whole place hummed with vibrancy, but it did not detract from the solemnity of the occasion. Wyoming could not understand why she felt like crying real tears in this scene. It was as if the production designer took out that dream inside her heart and made it real!

“You need to get ready for the gala. You’re meeting your betrothed tonight.” Her voice made me want to vomit. I glanced past her. The rest of the siblings were watching from the plush designer couches in the sitting room, their phones glowing in their palms. One of them was livestreaming the gala prep on social media, voice syrupy as she ignored my presence like I was a stain on the rug. My half-brother strolled forward and stood beside Yanila. “You think one wash will do it?” he smirked. “She needs a full-body purification. Deep clean.”

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

Hector drawled, putting out his hand obnoxiously before I let my shoulders slump, heaving a put-upon sigh and lacing my hand through his, trying to ignore the electric sizzle that went through my palm where his hand met mine. “Easy,” He breathed in my ear as his hands went around the small of my back before I huffed onto the brown leather of the saddle that I realized matched the Lycan’s trench coat. I pretended not to watch as the man lifted himself effortlessly out of my view, the heat from his chest warming my back as he saddled up behind me and barked out the March order before we set off on a jaunty trot. Only two horses were marching closely in front of us on the winding dirt path that

“The board has spoken. Congratulations, both of you. Now go live your lives.” We left the building lighter than we had felt in months. Two days later, we stood on the private rooftop garden of the penthouse. Just us, Victoria, Marcus, and a small officiant. No cameras. No press. No contracts. Only family. I wore a simple white dress. Alexander wore a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. No tuxedo. No show. He took both my hands and looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

The moment I shut the door, the message I had refused time and time again surfaced once more: "If you agree, I'm ready to pay any price to steal you from your wedding." Outside the room, Adriana went on describing her dream wedding amid snow-capped mountains and blooming flowers. Threaded through her words was Carlo's patient, indulgent voice repeating, "Whatever you say." I let out a bitter laugh and typed back, "There's no need to steal me away. You're my groom." "Carlo, if you were meant to end up in the snowy mountains, then I'll go to the warm Tuscanica instead. I'll let you go, and I'll finally free myself as well," I mused inwardly.

But she shone. For one suspended heartbeat, night turned to dawn. Light rippled from the newborn’s skin—soft, yet impossibly bright—spilling over the trees and the trembling earth. Azara’s breath caught. Not in awe, but in fear. “No, my love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her golden hair. “They will see us from miles away.” They will see. And they will know. That a child of the heavens has been born. Not one of the Scions—the half-blooded offspring of forbidden unions between Radiants and humans.

The man on the other end of the line was silent for a long moment before he spoke. “Annalise Wright, the heir of the Snow family is only allowed to be widowed, never divorced. “If you choose to marry me, there will be no room for regret.” I lowered my eyes. “Mm, I won’t regret it.” Levi Snow and I were childhood friends. We were betrothed by our families when we were young, and we had always gotten along well.