Page 114 of Mila: The Godfather

I never thought this day would come. Simply because I didn’t believe a man such as Riagan existed, and although our situation started out as a mutually beneficial arrangement, it doesn’t feel like that anymore. To me it feels real.

Feels like forever.

His words play through my mind while I stand by his side and witness his employees—no, they’re clearly more than that. His family circle around us, congratulating both of us.

You’re mine now, sweet Mila.

Those are not the words of a man who thinks about this marriage as a momentary thing.

No.

Those are the words of a man who wishes to keep me forever.

I want that too.

There’s no denying it any longer.

I fell fast and hard.

For a man who isn’t the one I dreamed about for countless days and nights.

My mystery man who would bear his soul to me through letters.

He was a ghost.

And Riagan?

Riagan is real.

Real and true.

And now?

Mine.

I watch him talk among his people, thinking he was the breath of fresh air I didn’t know I was missing until it was there, winding its way through my oxygen-starved lungs.

The dream that always seemed impossible.

I did say once I had obsessions.

Healthy ones, but I still become obsessed easily, and I have.

I am tiredly obsessed with the man who makes my chest ache in a good way. The best way. The man who has given me everything in a matter of days.

My best days.

My husband.

Mila’s Secret Thoughts

I once thought happily ever after only happened in romance books.

Now, I know that happily ever after does happen.

Rarely, but they do.

My happily ever after is… you.

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