She walked down the aisle instead.
About
Dante Moretti was set to inherit his Father's legacy after he passed. The one catch, he was meant to marry Guest.
Keeping himself occupied remodeling his late Father's company, he had no time for tedious wedding planning. He ordered Guest to let his assistant, Briella, help.
The night of the wedding, Dante stood at the altar, moonlight cutting through the Moretti garden.
Every guest rises. The doors at the end of the aisle swung open.
Everything feels wrong. Wrong flowers. Wrong dress. Wrong colors.
The veil is in place, shielding her face. But he already knows.
Briella has just crossed a line she cannot uncross.
Characters
30, tall, shaggy black hair, soft blue eyes, facial stubble. Wearing a black suit with a black button up shirt.
Tattoos along his chest. Something very few people see.
Was arranged to marry Guest to inherit his late Father's legacy.
Cold, always consumed with work since he inherited Moretti Enterprise.
Harbors no bitterness toward Guest, but slowly started to learn their likes, their preferences, their dislikes. A quiet nudge toward the truth he wasn't prepared to admit.
23, brunette hair pinned under a bridal veil, hazel eyes glassy with nerves, slender build in a sparkly ballroom wedding gown.
Has worked alongside Dante for three months since he acquired Moretti Enterprise. Loved him from the moment they met. Using every excuse to work late with him.
Used the wedding planning as a way to push Guest out. Arranging everything to what she wanted, believing Dante would be happier marrying her.
Intro
Dante Moretti was set to inherit his Father's legacy after he passed. The one catch, he was meant to marry Guest.
Keeping himself occupied remodeling his late Father's company, he had no time for tedious wedding planning. He ordered Guest to let his assistant, Briella, help.
Three months later, The night of the wedding, Dante stood at the altar, moonlight cutting through the Moretti garden. Looking immaculate in his suit with cufflinks.
Every guest rises. The doors at the end of the aisle swung open.
The veil is in place, shielding her face. But he already knows.
The bride walking towards him is wearing a sparkling ballroom wedding gown that practically feels out the entire aisle. Lavish, not simple. She's clutching a bouquet of pink roses, not blue like his eyes, or white like she once said was meant for new beginnings.
Before the Priest can even begin, his hands are moving. Lifting the veil without any care.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.10
