Hearts Bridal Novels & Stories

"I know very well what happened. And now, I’ve found someone who truly completes me. I’m not giving that up." The two exchanged heavy glances. Bryan’s father finally stood up, determined to leave. "Then, forget you have a father. I won’t support this marriage." "I already figured. But with or without you, I will be happy." As soon as Benjamin left, Bryan felt a wave of relief. He knew that now, he was free to follow his heart. Meanwhile, Beck was at the dress shop with her mother and Lidia, looking for something special for the wedding. While trying on a dress, she noticed it didn’t close, which frustrated her.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

All the lights were now focused on the bridge on which Hazel was now going to walk. 10 tiny girls dressed in pink frocks, were standing in one straight line holding tiny wooden baskets in their hands. Hazel started to walk on the bridge and they started to sprinkle the Rose petals on the girl. Everyone stood up from their seats to look at the stunning bride and welcome her. The entire garden was beautifully decorated with white colour Victorian vases from which white coloured Lily flowers were hanging downwards.

Noella’s POV The atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.

The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern. I recognized it instantly. Those stones had been purchased at Christie’s, a record-breaking private auction Alexander attended himself. He’d told me they were for my anniversary gift. I kept scrolling. When I broke down last night, he crossed half the city to be with me. Brought my favorite vanilla chocolates. Held me until morning. He said as long as he’s here, I’ll never suffer again. The photo made my vision blur. Alexander asleep. Brows faintly furrowed.

Helena Cathedral, a breathtaking structure adorned with elegant white roses and cascading golden chandeliers. Inside the lavish bridal suite, Sabrina sat before an enormous mirror, her hands trembling slightly as Penelope fastened the final pin into her intricate updo. Her best friend grinned. “There. Perfect. You look like an absolute queen.” There was something beautiful about her figure in that ivory off-shoulder ball gown, so splashed with lace and pearls for added elegance. The lovely long veil behind her billowed like a fantasy, and the excitement was almost too much for her. "You look wonderful, dear Sabrina," her mother Leila spoke, with tears welling in her eyes. Grandma Wendy added

The petals responded to the joy in the air — blushing crimson, glowing white, and fluttering softly in a breeze that seemed to carry whispered blessings. The aisle stretched long and winding, covered in silver dust and lined with golden lilies. Guests from both kingdoms filled the crystal benches, adorned in gowns and robes stitched with the symbols of sunflowers and moons — Blacktail and Opsia united. Damien stood at the altar beneath the Crystal Canopy, his royal navy attire edged in silver and starlight threads. A sword — ceremonial, but still gleaming — hung at his side. But his eyes, warm and fierce, searched only for one thing: her.

I willingly grаbbеd thеm аnd then mу eyes wіdеnеd whеn hе pulled оut the wеddіng nоtе pad, whісh hе hаd ѕреnt tіmе lоvіnglу decorating wіth сrуѕtаlѕ, pearl аnd all kіndѕ оf оthеr сrаft stuff. “Oh dо уоu like іt? It makes mе ѕmіlе еvеrу tіmе I see іt, аnd now I finally gеt tо uѕе іt. So fіrѕt thing—colour. Dо уоu wаnt tо gо mоrе pastel, оr mоrе jеwеl toned fоr the bridesmaid?”

I don't know how, but she's did it. These dresses cost a fortune, just like the whole wedding, it's too much money, but damn, I don't care, for the first time I'm not interested in any of that. I'm having the wedding of my dreams. The dress I want, the venue, the decorations—everything is perfect. My fiancee has enough money to give me the wedding of my dreams without any monetary restrictions, as my engagement ring made of three rubies proves that. My brother is one of the best soldiers the Bratva has, and the head of operations in Spain, whose bank accounts I also have at my disposal, also wants it to be my dream wedding.

His mouth tightened at fidelity. “And in sickness and in health,” he finished, exhaling sharply, “for as long as we both shall live.” Silence followed. Then it was my turn. I faced him fully. “I promise loyalty. Partnership. Integrity.” I didn’t promise love. He didn’t react. The rings were exchanged. The metal felt heavy. Permanent. “And now,” the priest said, smiling, “you may kiss the bride.” Damian froze. I felt his hesitation like a held breath.