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“I mean, our first wedding was forced. And I know you didn’t enjoy it. I want to marry you again with our family there, something intimate. And vows we have written for ourselves. A real marriage, one where I can tell the world how much I love you.”

“You love me?” she asks, her eyes glittering.

“You haven’t worked that out by now?” I chuckle, and the sound rumbles against her.

The smile on her face lights her eyes on fire. She presses her mouth against mine again and kisses me slowly, deeply, and with heated passion.

When she pulls away my cock is rock-hard.

“I love you too,” she whispers, running her hand over my cock. “Everything about you,” she giggles.

I pick up a towel and toss it over my cock. The house staff is walking around, and I definitely don’t need them seeing what she's done to me.

I chuckle again. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you.”

“Only for you,” she laughs.

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Over the next few weeks, our healing journey goes really well, because we're there to help each other. It turns out that getting shot isn’t that bad. Well, let me rephrase that—it turns out that getting shot at the same time as the girl you love isn’t that bad.

We have been laughing at each other, both only able to use one arm for a number of weeks. We are also both healing very well, though.

I was shot in my right shoulder and Chiara was shot in her left, which means that we can still lie next to each other and cuddle perfectly. We've been taking it very easy for these past few weeks, relaxing at the pool, watching movies, cuddling in bed and helping each other do things that require more than one arm.

But now we are both almost back to our healthy, strong selves, and we are busy planning our real wedding.

We decided to have it outside, in the garden, and only to invite our brothers and their families. Chiara has been so excited planning everything, and I've really enjoyed watching her choose the colors, the flowers and how the decor will look.

This is how a wedding is supposed to be. It is supposed to be filled with happiness and laughter and love.

I have to admit, though, that I will never, ever regret the day I agreed to enter an arranged marriage with Chiara Napoli. Because that was the day my heart was stolen from me, whether I knew it or not—and whether I was ready for it or not. Chiara is my whole world, and I will never stop loving her. She is my everything.

On a beautiful summer evening, I watch her walking down the patio steps into the garden, toward where I am waiting at the end of the aisle. Her long, glittering wedding dress hugs her body and elegantly flows around her in the most beautiful way. Her dark hair is braided over her shoulder and pinned with tiny white flowers.

She is glowing with happiness, and my heart has never felt fuller.

This time she is looking directly at me, and when we exchange our vows I have to fight back the tears that are threatening to spill from my eyes.

Everything is perfect.

She is perfect.

My life is perfect.

Chapter 28 - Chiara

It has been five months since our real wedding. A lot has changed since then.

Maxim and Stefano are working together, and the Napoli branch of business is an official ally of the Dubrov family. I knew Max just needed a little time to get over the fact that Stefano shot me. It was an accident, but Max is so overprotective, he just needed to process it all.

Working together, the two of them have done an amazing job regaining the trust of all of our established allies, and business is doing even better than it was before. Everything that happened with Angelo, his sinister plot and how he carried out his twisted revenge plan, is all in the past now. People hardly speak about it, and when they do, they do not hold it against anyone but him.

Tonight, with the help of Kat and Darya, I have arranged a little party at our home. They both know that I want to say something special to Maxim and are happy to help me set everything up.

Kat is in the garden right now, instructing the decorators on how to arrange the balloons and the lights, and Darya is in the kitchen making sure the chef is preparing the most amazing three-course meal.

I am running around sorting out everything else, with a nervous but very excited knot in my stomach. I can’t stop grinning.

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