Left At The Altar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I really thought that for a brief moment, things were going to be alright. Maybe I wasn’t going to regret this marriage, after all. However, those hopeful thoughts vanished from my mind within seconds. The moment I turned my head to glance down the small, make-shirt aisle, I noticed that beside the altar, on the right side, was a wheelchair, a mask, and half a prosthetic limb. It was a terribly eerie sight but it begged the question. Where on earth was Alexander? “Um...” Where was he? Did Alexander somehow forget that today, he and I were supposed to be getting married?

“Why? Why are you so hellbent on marrying me? Go and be with Nadine.” He didn't answer. Instead, he cupped her chin. “I'll give you till tomorrow morning. Sleep over it tonight.” But the certainty in his gaze told her that he already knew what her answer would be. She was too attached to the project to let it go. Go to hell, Alex. ~ ~ ~ Lyra stood at the altar, clad in the lacy white dress that her mother-in-law had picked out for her. Its sleeves were long and puffy, cinching at the waist, before its volume poured down freely.

"This is your first time coming to the city, so what do you even know about branded labels? "We're from the same village. Now, you're taking a stranger's side?" The woman shrank back and was too terrified to speak another word. Satisfied, Anton withdrew his gaze and grabbed Callie's hand. Then, he raised it high to display the dazzling matching rings on their ring fingers to the entire hall. Looking down at me as if I were a complete loser, he asked, "Myrtle, you claim that today was supposed to be our wedding day, but where's your proof?

To his left stood Leo and Marcus, their sharp tuxedos anchoring his flank like the final, structural pillars of a fortress. I walked down the aisle alone. There was no father to hand me away, no ghost of Switzerland to dictate my stride, and no shadow to cloud my path. Every step I took against the marble was mine—a definitive, unyielding baseline of my own choosing. When I reached the altar, Adrian stepped forward, his long stride closing the final distance between our worlds. He reached out, his large, warm hand catching mine, his calloused fingers locking firmly between my knuckles. The touch was an instant grounding wire, erasing the heat of the sun and the murmur of the crowd until ther

Two days passed in a blur. I lived at the firm, barely going home, only pausing long enough to approve wedding arrangements over the phone. The hours bled together — meetings, contracts, and the steady hum of my father’s legacy. Now it was here. My wedding day. I stand before the full-length mirror, hardly recognising the woman staring back at me. The satin gown hugs my figure in all the right places, its off-shoulder sleeves grazing my skin like a whisper. The train pools behind me, soft as spilled cream.

Along the way, I saw familiar faces—members of the Nightveil Pack, the Greenfield Pack, and other allied packs who had come to celebrate this special day. Alpha Bastian and Luna Athena smiled proudly from the front row. Beside them, Seraphina stood as the best woman, carrying Celine, who was wearing an adorable little dress, while Alaric sat quietly on his nanny's lap. But what I saw most was Alex—his eyes never left my face, his smile soft and full of promise. When we arrived at the altar, Kaelos placed my hand in Alex's. “Take care of her,” Kaelos said solemnly.

She looked nervous but happy as she stood beside the altar, waiting for Apollo to arrive. Apollo arrived in a sleek black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline. He looked confident and composed, a contrast to Beatrix's nervous energy. He walked towards Beatrix with purpose, his gaze fixed on her. When he reached her, he took her hand and smiled softly at her, reassuring her. The ceremony was simple and intimate, officiated by a friend of Beatrix. The couple exchanged heartfelt vows that left many guests in tears. The sun had fully set by the time the newlyweds exchanged rings, and the sky was filled with twinkling stars.

JASMINE When my dad walked me down the aisle, the only thing I saw was Blake’s handsome face as he smiled at me from the altar. My heart beat forcefully against my chest, and I returned his smile, feeling as if I were walking on clouds. The ceremony was long and tedious as we had to go through different chants, prayers, and meditations. I did glance over at the pews and notice that, true to his word, Blake had arranged for Paige and her family to be seated near the front.

Heaven The sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as I stood at the altar, the soft rustle of petals beneath my feet. Chase, looking dashing in his tailored suit, stood beside me. Today marked the culmination of our journey—the day we took our vows and embraced a future together. As the ceremony unfolded, the air buzzed with excitement. The vows we exchanged echoed through the venue, a declaration of love that resonated with every guest. The solemnity of the moment mingled with the joy that radiated from our smiles.

My aunt supported me Until we reached the door of the church. I'm already in the middle of the door slowly opening The door with the music Marry your daughter. I walked slowly while Tita was by my side. I just looked at the man standing at the altar who was cold. he looked at me and that surprised me. He was supposed to be happy because it's our day but I just ignored it and just smiled at him.