Heaven Bridal Novels & Stories

THE BEAST Intro: In the shadowed mountain town of blue bridge , a spoiled heiress Dominica Verda who’s not just Beautiful, sharp tongued, and dangerously stubborn lives. Dominica is not just an orphan but also an introvert, she’s a smartass business woman who runs her business from home but most times her business trips tends to take her in and out of town. She’s a popular local who’s helped the community through her family’s wealth. She’s always wanted to live a simple normal life.

HECTOR BAYES The mountain city’s throne room was carved from the tears and sweat of the village workers thousands of years ago, but I don't tell the maiden that as we entered the ornately designed expanse, closing the door softly behind us. “Hector,” Nola breathed, and heat swarmed my chest until I was about as puffed up as a courting rainbow peacock. I watched the woman’s eyes go wide as she took in the red, high ceiling of the throne room and the gold cups of the snake-like chandelier that was swinging slowly in the space.

Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.

Crystal whispered to her mother who gave a nod. "You look stunning..." she complimented to the bride who was getting her lipstick done. "You look ravishing, Crystal..." answered her. "When and how did you get married to my uncle Maddox?" This question tore her smile into a grieve than to the serious expression. "Crystal, come back and see if mommy looks okay..." Pidge was waiting in her room when she asked Ginger to get her a glass of water. The romantic lace over Dolce Satin, slim a-line bridal gown from Stella York, features a crystal beaded waist belt and a scalloped trim on its sweetheart bodice, hem and chapel train.

Seraphina Vale had always imagined her wedding day would smell like roses. Instead, it smelled like fear. The veil over her face blurred the world into a hazy dream as she stood alone in the small side room of the cathedral, fingers clenched so tightly around her bouquet that her knuckles ached. Outside, the organ swelled, people murmured, and somewhere beyond the doors the mafia world gathered to watch her marry one of its most dangerous kings. Damian Blackwell. Her fiancé.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

I had 3 hours to sway the audience and make this an unforgettable night for Clover City. I called the most renowned fashion store in Clover City. I have to dress to impress. I also called my stylist to work their magic on my hair and my makeup artist. I was sent a very expensive dress which cost $20 million. I obviously used Dominic’s credit card. He invited me. He was obviously going to pay for it. The crew came up to my room and started working on me. “You have extremely nice skin, ma’am. You don’t need much makeup.” “Her skin is smooth.”

Tabitha asked earnestly. With Beverly and James getting married, Evan would surely have to give up. Beverly hesitated. Her fingers skimmed across the prices, and she chose the cheapest option. "A high-rise then." "Celestial Heights is the best condominium in the area," Tabitha recommended. She'd heard someone mention it before, but she couldn't quite remember who or where. "And it's a tradition around here for the groom's family to give wedding gifts to the bride, so, how does eight million dollars sound?" Wanda suggested with a faint smile.

In that instant, I couldn't help but find it all hilarious. I was the bride. This was the wedding venue Carlo had chosen for us. And yet, the woman at the heart of the photo was his childhood sweetheart—the one he kept insisting was "just a friend". After that, Carlo went completely silent. I knew him well enough. He must have assumed the wedding planner had already informed me, so he went ahead and sent the address without a second thought. He was probably concerned I might not be aware of the location when rescheduling my flight. It felt like a stone had lodged itself in my chest. I couldn't comprehend it. He had already agreed to hold the ceremony at my mother's estate, so why did he chan