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She was my fucking wife. My Angel was all mine, forevermore.

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Dinner was going well until Emilia refused to drink. Alejandro’s eyes snapped towards me, and I narrowed my eyes at the rage in them.

“She’s pregnant?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Dad—” Emilia said, but she was cut off when Alejandro flew across the table with a roar.

The sound of plates breaking and items crashing on the floor ensued, but I was ready for him and punched him in the face. He grabbed my throat as he lay on the table and punched me in the kidneys, making me grunt in pain.

“She is barely twenty,” he snarled as he tried to punch me again, but I blocked him with my forearm.

“Dad, what age was Mum when she had me?” Emilia cried as she tried to pull his hand away from my throat.

“Damn it, Alejandro, get off him,” Valeria shouted alongside other people, but I didn't look to see who they were.

I punched his hand twice before I could get his grip to loosen enough for me to get free, but I managed to push my chair back and stand up. Emilia rushed towards me, and I put my arm around her. Her Dad jumped off the table and continued to glare at me.

“It’s time to catch our flight,” I whispered to her with a smile because I had no regrets.

I loved breeding, my Angel. I would be fucking my wife non-stop on the private island I’d booked for our honeymoon. She wouldn't wear a stitch of clothing for the entire two-week trip.

Her father couldn't do shit about that.

Chapter 35

Emilia

Cyrus helped me onto the plane since I was still wearing my wedding dress. In my eyes, our wedding was a success because no one died. Cyrus ushered me towards the back of the plane and I chuckled when I saw it was a bedroom.

“I’m sorry about my Dad,” I said as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

“I’d have done the same if I had a daughter. I thought he took it easy on me,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “But we are only having sons so I don't need to worry about that.”

“Of course, dear,” I said as I shook my head at him.

He strode towards me.

“How’s your ass doing?” he asked with a smile as he reached for me.

“It wasn't as bad as I expected,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I still couldn't believe he said he loved me for the first time in front of all my family.

“Mmm, Mrs Wicke, I love the sound of that, Angel,” he said as he pushed me back on the bed. I rested my elbows on the bed and sat up to watch him. He dropped our bag on the bed and climbed over me. “My perfect wife, Mrs Wicke. You truly look spectacular today. I don't know what I've done to deserve you.”

I frowned at him.

“I feel just as lucky to have found you, Cyrus. I held back for months because I wanted to pin everything on Gall. I did that to secure our future together,” I said as I lifted my mouth towards his.

His lips curled in a wry smile. “You astound me. I shall repay you by relieving you of your last virgin hole.”

“Wow, thanks,” I said, but I felt my stomach lurch with a nervous excitement.

“You're welcome,” he said as he stood up.

He moved towards the bag he had put on the bed and began to rummage around in it before he removed a few items and placed them on the small bedside table. I stood up and began to remove the jewellery my family had gifted me.

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