The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2086

The long-awaited wedding finally arrived as planned.

Early in the morning, the weather was perfect. The sun shone warmly under a clear, cloudless sky.

Inside the castle, vibrant, fragrant red roses adorned both sides of every staircase, extending from the castle to the small chapel behind it.

The scene resembled a dreamy fairytale.

Dressed in their finest attire, friends and family from both sides stood outside with beaming smiles, eagerly waiting for the bride to appear.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"The bride is here!"

Bella's sweet and clear voice echoed through the castle's grand hall. Carrie, the bride, entered the room slowly, accompanied by Roza and Amelia. She wore a snow-white wedding gown, looking as beautiful and pure as an angel.

By this time, the men had already gathered at the chapel. Except for Justin, Steven, and Declan, who were not part of the groom's party, the rest were mostly women from both families. Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org

Carrie's delicate and serene features stood out. The wedding gown Roza designed was simple, highlighting Carrie's understated elegance.

She shyly lifted her clear, doe-like eyes and smiled gracefully.

The roses in the castle seemed to lose their brilliance, overshadowed by Carrie, who outshone them all as the fairest of them all.

Although Carrie had been diligently maintaining her health through proper meals, medication, and rest, with Ryan helping her recuperate, winter had already arrived in Botvia. Even with a warm, wide white fur cape draped over her shoulders, the cold wind made her seem fragile like a flower stem swaying lightly in the breeze.

"Be careful, Carrie." Bella quickly steadied her when she noticed Carrie falter.

Standing behind them, Amelia and Roza also watched with concern.

"Ah..." Carrie looked up at her sister-in-law, guilt knitting her delicate brows.

She felt ashamed of her own frailty.

Anyone watching could not help but feel their heart ache.

Back then, Carrie endured psychological torment, cold stares, and suffering. Now that she had finally found happiness and was about to marry the one she loved, it seemed cruel that the heavens were trying to take away her health.

Bella's eyes filled with tears, but she held Carrie's hand tightly, smiling gently as she whispered, "It's alright, Carrie. You're just a little nervous about being a bride for the first time."

"We're here with you, Carrie. Don't worry!" Roza said boldly, her eyes also glistening with unshed tears.

As they stepped outside, a luxurious, vintage carriage waited, ready to take the bride to her beautiful wedding.

Carrie blinked her clear, watery eyes, slowly taking in the scene around her.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm late!"

Just then, Ralph came running over, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

"You bastard, why are you just getting here now? Everyone's already here, and we're all waiting on you!"

Mila hurried over to straighten her son's crooked tie and button the middle button of his suit, chiding him. "As the First Lady, your sister even traveled all the way from Sentania and arrived the night before last, despite her busy schedule. What kind of important work did you have that kept you until the last minute? Everyone's been waiting for you! Aren't you embarrassed?!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. My flight got delayed. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Ralph raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, guilt written all over his face. "Mom, stop blaming Ralph. He's been so busy with his cases that he barely has time to sleep. Please cut him some slack," Camilla said with a gentle smile, ever the peacemaker.

Ralph quickly took the opportunity. "Yeah, Mom, cut me some slack."

"Cut you some slack? As if!"

Mila could not help but laugh, tapping her finger on her youngest son's firm chest. "Your sisters and brothers have been treating you like a little prince since you were a kid, spoiling you like crazy. Now you act like a monkey with no sense of propriety! You really need a good scolding!"

Thinking of Hugh, both Ralph and Camilla fell silent. Their hearts tightened with sorrow.

Mila's eyes reddened too. She then quickly changed the subject. "Ralph, look! Doesn't the bride look beautiful?"

Standing tall and straight as a pine tree, Ralph turned and lifted his gaze toward Carrie.