Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

"I love you!" "I love you too, dear!" After closing the door, I look at my little one and smile like a fool. "Now it's just us, Miran. Let's shine for all those people out there, hm?" I whisper, leaving some kisses on his face, and after holding him in my arms, I get ready to leave. However, before opening the door, I take a deep breath and then walk down the corridor with my little boy facing the people. At the top of the stairs, I find my husband holding our little girl in the same position. When I reach the last step, I stop by his side and gaze at the wide red carpet laid over the few steps that will lead us to the elegant mansion hall. Hand in hand, we proceed leisurely to the large gla

Stella’s P.O.V. A Few Months Later The church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.

I said back in a small voice as I helped myself up to the altar. We stood at the altar, staring at each other like it was the first time we'd seen each other. Two full minutes passed and neither of us broke eye contact until the vicar cautiously stepped out from behind the cover of the altar and cleared his throat. "Um...may we proceed?" Taking a deep breath, I took up my place to the left of Aziel. From the crowd, I saw Diana and Alex beaming at me. Above us, the wedding march ended in a final, triumphant chord. Silence fell over the church.

I was about to cry "Don't cry so you won't ruin your make up" "I'm not crying" "Let's go" he put my arm in his as we walked in a line. Katherine and Lisa went in first followed by Mandy, Gabe, and I the last. We walked down the aisle as a song played. I looked straight at the man standing at the altar, he looked handsome as usual, and he watched every step I took. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my belly and my palms sweaty. We finally reached the altar, Constantine had a smile on his face. Gabe kissed me on both cheeks and placed my hands in Constantine's own, Constantine kissed the back of my palm. Mandy fixed the back of my dress before standing with the best man, Adrian.

“The bride may now walk in,” the High Priest announced, his voice booming through the microphone. A solemn melody played through the loud bass. Reluctantly, Ronan held his arm up, and I slipped mine into it. We started walking down the beautifully decorated aisle in slow steps. The close proximity between us made my skin burn with disgust and disdain, but I was willing to endure it; this was better than a bloodbath. I even managed a small smile. My eyes found Aldrich, who stood with his thighs spread apart and his hands folded behind him. There was a bright smile on his face—so bright that I wondered if it was real or fake.

Then she gave a single, businesslike nod, and walked back out the side door she’d come through, as unhurried leaving as she’d been arriving. The door clicked shut. Two hundred people looked at us. The officiant, who I was beginning to privately regard as the most resilient man in Atherton, straightened his jacket, found his place on the page, and said, with admirable composure: “Shall we?” We said our vows the second time without interruption.

The music swells as the groom is called to the altar. The seats are filled with strangers. Not a single member of my family is in attendance, which is perfect. Those old sons of bitches better stay buried in that mansion. Blood won’t save them if they stand in my way. Cowards. Hiding behind my father like rats fattened in the dark. As I near the altar, Alfredo and Maksim stand. Alfredo lifts his ornate cane in greeting. “Congratulations, Zver,” he says, grinning like a toad. “Didn’t think I’d live long enough to see a woman whip you hard enough to get hitched.”

It was as if I were a precious treasure that he needed to care for faithfully. I finally understood why my mom had mentioned my betrothal when they first found me. It was because they knew that Hunter was someone worth entrusting my life to. However, my whole heart had been focused on Theodore then, so I hadn't cared about the supposed betrothal. Fortunately, I hadn't missed my chance with Hunter. Soon, my wedding day arrived. Noah drove the wedding car and delivered me to the hotel for the ceremony. I was feeling quite nervous, so I rolled down the window to get some fresh air. That was when I noticed that Alvin and Theodore were in the car next to ours.

The atmosphere was filled with love and reverence, as the couple's families and loved ones took their seats, eagerly awaiting the bride and groom. Christiana and Tiger stood near the altar, their hearts swelling with pride and happiness. They watched as Lucy, adorned in her exquisite white gown, made her way down the aisle, accompanied by her parents. Abraham, dressed in a handsome suit, stood tall at the altar, his eyes shining with anticipation. As Lucy reached the altar, her parents handed her over to Abraham, symbolizing the joining of two families and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. The couple stood before the priest, ready to exchange their vows and commit to a lifetime

His mind was elsewhere. Leah finally reached the altar, standing beside Liam. She took his hand, her fingers interlocking with his. She leaned in to steal a kiss, but Liam turned his head slightly, causing her lips to land on his cheek. It was a subtle but telling gesture. The wedding ceremony had reached its pivotal moment. Liam and Leah stood at the altar, ready to exchange their vows and seal their commitment to each other. The grand hall was filled with guests, and all eyes were on the bride and groom.