Heaven Bridal Novels & Stories

Still, I wasn't taking chances. I lit a thick black candle and set it burning slowly, and then flipped on a signal jammer. Soon, the room was filled with haze. Even if there was something I missed, no one would be seeing anything clearly now. To complete the setup, I changed into a black wedding dress. This was the Spirit Bride Rite, after all. When everything was ready, I turned toward the bed. Max lay there, perfectly still, without the faintest sign of life. The water had left its mark, but it hadn't ruined him.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Light from crystal chandeliers glittered off jewels and watch faces that cost more than my father’s first company. I could feel the ghost of Sarah Miller trembling somewhere deep inside me, terrified of this world. I smothered her. I accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, not to drink, but to have something to do with my hands. My gaze swept the crowd, a hunter searching for her prey. And then I saw him. Damien Sterling. He stood near the center of the room, holding court. He was taller than most men around him, his posture radiating an authority that didn’t need to be spoken. His tuxedo was impeccably tailored, his

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

At the end of the long aisle stood the altar, draped in the violet banners of the Obsidian Crest. Caleb stood there, stiff as a corpse, his eyes fixed on the High Priest of the Crest. Beside him, Seraphina was a vision of stolen triumph in a gown of white and gold lace. Her father, the Head of the Crest, stood behind them, his hand resting on the hilt of his ritual dagger, a smug grin on his face. "Is the bride ready to receive the mark?" the Priest intoned, his voice echoing through the silent hall. I stepped onto the marble threshold. The music didn't stop—it died, the musicians dropping their bows as the golden light from the doorway flooded the room.

Chapter 123: The Version of Us The wedding was small. Deliberately. No press releases. No society pages. No strategic guest list designed to strengthen alliances. Just people who mattered. Daniel came. He stood quietly near the back, hands in his pockets, offering Ethan a single nod before the ceremony began. The chairman attended too, looking faintly amused at how uncorporate the entire event felt. There were no marble ballrooms. No orchestras. Just an open terrace overlooking the city skyline at sunset.

•Heather• "Yes. Diane is doing well," my father answered calmly. "Is that so?" Benjamin asked slowly. "Heather told me that she was sick so, she couldn't attend the wedding." My father looked at me briefly and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "That's true. Heather did offer to be in her place and since it was better than nothing, we agreed. We apologize if this offends you." I dropped my gaze to my plate and my hands began to tremble under the table. What was Benjamin doing?

Aria blushed and timidly replied, "The Hayes family has already prepared the bridal house. We can move in after a few days of tidying up. Idris's brother-in-law is a co-owner of the Crimson Sky Hotel, and our wedding will be held there. We'll get our marriage license the day before the wedding." Idris had planned everything perfectly; he was just waiting for Aria to fall into his trap. It seemed that neither Mrs. Ada nor Aria had taken her warnings seriously, both blissfully dreaming of marrying into a wealthy family. Isabella shook her head helplessly. It was a done deal, and there was no need for her to say anything more.

The day of the Vow Renewal. The heat had broken, leaving behind a crisp, perfect summer day that Cassandra claimed she had “manifested” through sheer willpower. The sky was a piercing blue, the kind that looked expensive in photographs. Aria stood in the bridal suite of the St. Jude’s Basilica, holding a bottle of hairspray like a weapon. “Higher,” Cassandra commanded, staring into the vanity mirror. “I want the tiara to sit up, not back. I’m not a debutante, Aria. I’m a queen.”

Phoebe tugs me toward the front pew and we take our seats. The doors open and the priestesses all silently rise. Phoebe cradles her arm under mine, guiding me up with her as she stands. I look towards the doors and see the Immaculate Mother sauntering down the main aisle. No priestess gazes towards her. They all face the altar awaiting for her to climb the stairs to it. A bridal procession, her steps deliberate and dramatic, keeping rhythm with a song only she could hear. “We praise the Goddess for all the gifts that She bestows upon us!” The Immaculate Mother calls.