Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 455: Tears of Joy and Excitement

Chapter 455: Tears of Joy and Excitement

The wedding dress was simple yet elegant, without excessive embellishments. The V-neck was adorned with eight white roses, each with a tiny diamond embedded in its center, refracting a dazzling and mesmerizing brilliance.

Her steps were graceful, light, and serene.

Ella looked stunning—absolutely breathtaking.

Around her, the crowd murmured in admiration. Among them, standing coldly in the distance, was Mason, uninvited but present nonetheless. He watched Ella take each step toward the chapel with a frosty expression.

This woman had once stirred his heart.

But now, all that remained was an icy indifference. Mason would never be moved by her again, though in the quiet of the night, memories of her still brought a twinge of regret.

Yet, if her happiness could be turned into pain, he would find joy in that.

In the crowd were Leah, Olivia, and Avery, who had returned from abroad for the occasion.

None of them had Eric’s love. All had once tried to undermine Ella, but none had succeeded. Instead, they had each left in disgrace.

Leah clenched her fists tightly, her eyes reddening as she watched Ella enter the chapel. She had screamed at the top of her lungs, but her voice was drowned out by the cheerful wedding march.

Why did that woman get everything?

The best family, the best man, the best father?

Why was she able to have everything she loved, living a life so effortless and blessed, while Leah’s Carter Group had been battered, her grandmother diagnosed with liver cancer, her grandfather paralyzed by a stroke, and even her father, Frank, reduced to working at a small company?

Why?

Leah’s heart burned with resentment, and for a fleeting moment, she wanted to storm in and ruin Ella and Eric’s wedding.

But she knew it was a pipe dream.

The chapel was surrounded by police and bodyguards. Cause a scene? Unless she had an army of hundreds with firearms, she wouldn’t even get close!

And Leah was just an ordinary woman. How could such a "dream" ever come true?

At that moment.

Lucas escorted Ella down the red carpet, step by step, toward the man waiting for her on the stage.

Ella felt a little nervous.

Friends held up cameras, capturing the moment as deep red rose petals fluttered down from above.

Rows of attendants scattered petals continuously, creating an atmosphere of warmth and romance throughout the chapel.

As Ella looked at the man on stage, smiling at her, her eyes welled with emotion. She had waited so long for this day.

Every woman dreams of a grand, formal wedding, but all Ella wanted was a ceremony that marked her union with him.

After enduring so many trials and tribulations, this wedding felt to Ella like the true beginning of their marriage, even though they had already signed the paperwork. This was what marriage truly meant.

"Ella, you’re stunning!"

"Ella, you must be happy!"

"Eric, you better take good care of her, or else..."

The crowd’s laughter and cheers rippled through the chapel.

Finally, with Lucas’s support, Ella arrived in front of Eric.

The priest, his expression serene, asked in a calm voice, "Mr. Eric, do you take Miss Ella to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love her, care for her, respect her, and accept her, in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to her for the rest of your life?"

Eric smiled and nodded. "I do."

The priest turned to Ella, his eyes exuding a magical warmth that seemed to melt away her nervousness in an instant.

"Miss Ella, do you take Mr. Eric as your husband? Will you love him, care for him, respect and accept him, in sickness and in health, and remain faithful to him for the rest of your life?"

Ella’s eyes glistened as she softly answered, "I do."

The priest smiled warmly. "Please exchange rings."

Eric opened the delicate ring box, taking out the women’s ring, while Ella picked up the men’s diamond band. Their hands trembled slightly as they gently slid the rings onto each other’s fingers.

At that moment, cheers erupted from their family and friends below. "Kiss! Kiss!"

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" they teased.

Luke sat quietly in the audience, a subtle, indescribable emotion flickering in his eyes. Meanwhile, Henry held Lauren’s hand with a smile, his handsome face reflecting a sense of nostalgia.

He had never imagined being so calm watching the woman he once loved marry Eric. Yet, he had reached a place of peace and could finally face it.

On stage, the blissful couple kissed, drawing an eruption of applause.

Eric silently exhaled in relief. His careful preparations had paid off—there had been no interference from Vivian. A wedding disrupted mid-ceremony would have been terribly inauspicious.

As their kiss ended, Ella’s eyes shimmered with joyful tears. Eric leaned close and whispered in her ear, "What’s this? Weren’t you always so calm and composed in every situation?"

He tenderly kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and Ella responded with a soft smile. "Today is the most unforgettable day of my life, the most important day. How could I not be moved?"

On such a momentous day, not being emotional would make her truly cold-hearted.

"All right, no more tears now, or your makeup will smudge."

"I hardly put on any makeup—just a little blush," Ella replied with a smile. Eric chuckled warmly and wrapped his arm around her as they walked outside.

Professional photographers captured every moment of their happiness.

In the small garden in front of the chapel, an open space had been set up for photos with family and friends. Laughter echoed through the air, filling the atmosphere with joy.

From a distance, Leah watched Ella’s radiant smile with seething resentment. Her heart burned with hatred as she silently cursed, *"That wretched Ella will never find happiness! I curse her to divorce within a year, and I curse her children to live plagued by illness!"*

Leah’s face twisted with fury, and she stared daggers at Ella in the square, wishing she could tear her apart.

Her cold, hateful gaze went unnoticed by the cheerful crowd.

In the square, Ella tossed her bouquet over her shoulder, and it landed squarely in Amelia’s hands. The crowd erupted in playful cheers.

The atmosphere was brimming with joy. After taking countless photos, everyone climbed into luxurious cars and departed for the Nelson Group Hotel.

The banquet was held on the ninth floor.

That day, the Nelson Group Hotel was under strict security. Incidentally, Carl and his men had only been allowed in earlier as part of Eric’s deliberate scheme.

Eric had deduced that Carl was a careless and dimwitted man, and the outcome proved him right—Carl hadn’t even realized his men had kidnapped the wrong person.