The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2090

The luxurious, romantic carriage came to a graceful stop on the red carpet outside the church.

The Thompson brothers, along with Arnold, Steven, and Ian, were already waiting, each with a joyful expression, scattering rose petals into the bright blue sky.

They all seemed like knights for the princess, simply standing there in two perfect lines, creating a breathtaking scene that could steal the spotlight in any photograph.

Falling petals became poetry, and birds flew across the sky.

With the tiara on, Carrie looked every bit like a princess of the world, while the handsome men before her appeared as her loyal knights.

"The bride is truly stunning." Axel could not help but exclaim.

"She really is. Ryan is one lucky guy!" Arnold remarked. His fox-like eyes watched with envy.

"I should attend more weddings like this. When it's my turn, I'll have plenty of ideas and won't be caught off guard."

Axel captured every detail of the scene in his mind. As he thought of his own plans, a small smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Ax, does that mean your big day is approaching, too?" Arnold asked, his expression lighting up with excitement.

"Yes, I've started planning it." Axel then leaned in close to whisper, "Dude, don't let this slip out. I want to surprise my Roza."

"My lips are sealed. I'll stop being a Larson if even one word gets out!"

"Of course, you're no longer a Larson. You're a Thompson now," Axel teased with a grin.

raced, and his previously calm face flushed like

carpet, dressed sharply in a suit, ready to escort his daughter

a strict diet and exercise regimen

ensure he would not embarrass his precious daughter on her

weak. Even the simple act of lifting her skirt and

Justin who carried

but feel emotional.

She took his arm as they prepared

forward. However, she could not resist looking back. Her

stood firmly behind Carrie. Unfazed by the storms of life,

with warmth, tears

had already tugged at his

it were his own

surged through Justin's chest. He quickly shook his head, refusing to let his thoughts

thought about having children, he always felt like

solemn, graceful music accompanying them, the Salvador father and daughter pair slowly made

front row with Matt by his side, Nigel watched as his granddaughter prepared to walk down the aisle.

chapel, standing atop the steps was the tall and handsome groom. Ryan gazed intently at his bride as she slowly walked toward him. Under his elegant suit, his chest heaved with

he opened them again, the image of his beloved was a

down his face without warning. Yet his brows and eyes were alight with profound

Ryan stepped forward

daughter well. You'd better spoil her rotten." Gregory smiled fondly as he placed his daughter's hand into the man's burning palm. "I know it's probably

I promise I will," Ryan replied, his gaze warm, deep, and

love, as they slowly