Page 103 of Unwillingly His

“Sir, that doesn’t mean the rules don’t apply to you.”

“That is exactly what that means!” I roared. “I will personally tear apart this entire hospital brick by brick if you don’t get the fuck out of here.”

“Sir, I will call security.” She put her hands on her hips like she could scold me like a small child.

“Do it, and I would love to have a conversation about how they let my daughter be kidnapped from this hospital a few months ago.”

“Sir, it is not appropriate for you to be here with her. She is unconscious, and you are not her parent.”

“I am the trustee of her estate,” I pointed out.“In charge of all medical and financial decisions.”

“She is an adult. And I thought you said she was your fiancée.”

“She is. I am her trustee and her fiancé. You cannot force me to leave.”

I didn’t care if I was the one being unreasonable.

Screaming and shouting like a madman probably had half the security on their way to this room right now.

They would have to shoot me to get me to leave this room.

“You need to go. I don’t know what kind of arrangement you have, but not here, not in my hospital.”

“My hospital. If you have a problem with it, leave it. I love her. I am not going anywhere unless she wakes up and tells me to leave. No one is making me leave. No one.”

There was a slight pulse around my hand, and I looked down to see Stella’s once limp fingers curled around mine.

Her eyes opened to the beautiful golden brown I had missed so much.

“Baby girl, you’re awake,” I said, choking up.

“Doctors, come quick,” the nurse called.

“I love you too, Lucian,” Stella’s voice cracked.

I placed a kiss on her forehead before whispering, “I love you so much. We have a new rule. You’re never, ever allowed to leave me again.”

CHAPTER 39

LUCIAN

“You know, I don’t think I have ever seen you nervous,” Luc joked, standing next to me at the altar.

“Fuck off,” I muttered under my breath.

We were standing in my back garden on a warm, sunny July afternoon.

This was not like a first wedding, a big stuffy affair with hundreds of guests all dressed in couture and crammed in a Catholic church.

No, this was what Stella wanted.

A ceremony in nature, full of life and color. She even had me in linen pants and a shirt, just this side of formal.

“I still can’t believe this is your wedding,” Luc said. “After you gave me so much shit about the sculpture garden.”

“Are you done?” I asked.

“If he is, can I start?” Charlotte asked as she took her place next to where Stella would be.

---