Page 404 of The Devil's Fire

Riccardo congratulated his oldest son once again and kissed his new daughter-in-law on her head before he followed his wife. He had mixed feelings about her in the beginning, but now he was just glad she was making his son happy.

Cara sighed in relief and looked at Lorenzo, who was carrying Antonio’s baby girl. She had always said she didn’t want kids, and he knew that, but seeing Lorenzo with one in his arms made her feel something inside.

Lorenzo glanced at Cara, a warm smile on his face.

“Okay, maybe one kid?” Cara offered, and his eyes brightened.

Lorenzo wouldn’t mind having kids, but if she didn’t want them, then it was fine with him. He just wanted to please her and give her a comfortable life.

“Hold that thought. Hey, Damiano? How many kids are you planning to have?”

“Ten kids.”

“Wait, we agreed to six!” Althaia exclaimed.

“I changed my mind. It’s going to be ten.”

Althaia was left stunned, and Lorenzo turned to exchange a glance with Cara.

“We’re having twenty.” Lorenzo said in all seriousness.

“Ha! It’s one or nothing.” Cara retorted.

“Cara mia, I can’t let him win. It has to be twenty.” Lorenzo argued, but Cara was already walking away from him.

“I told you, brother, I always win.” Damiano laughed and wrapped his arm around his bride. “Come, take a walk with me.” He said and led her outside.

They walked along the water on the beach, breathing in the fresh night air and watching the stars sparkle brightly above their heads.

“What do you think of having a beach house here?” Damiano stopped walking and gestured to the place.

“That would be lovely, but this is a private beach, so we can’t.” Althaia sighed sadly.

Calilo was her favorite place in Greece, and of course, she would love it if they could have some kind of property here. Especially this beach, as it was breathtaking with its crystal-clear turquoise waters and powdery white sand.

“I know. It’s our private beach.” Damiano smiled as Althaia looked at him in shock.

“You bought the beach?”

“We bought the beach. I wasn’t about to let this place go to someone else. We got married here, and I want us to keep it. How about you take the lead in designing and building our dream beach house here? Then we can bring our children to this special place and show them where our wedding took place.”

“Oh my God, yes! I love it! Thank you!” Althaia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him in gratitude. Damiano chuckled at her excitement, knowing she would adore a beach house.

He crouched down to converse with her beautiful, round belly.

“What do you think? Should we build a beach house here for you?” Damiano asked, feeling strong kicks against the palm of his hands.

“I think that’s a yes.” Althaia laughed.

“It’s settled then.” He smiled and kissed her pregnant belly.

“Hey, come on, guys! It’s your wedding, you can’t just leave! It’s time for your dance!” Cara shouted after them.

Damiano sighed, just wanting to be alone with his bride already.

“Let’s go, my husband.” Althaia laughed at his expression and took his hand.

“We can always sneak away.” Damiano suggested, but followed nonetheless. The temptation to kidnap his bride was strong.

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