Page 112 of Declan

You didn’t just break through my walls; you shattered them, leaving me bare, exposed—and completely yours.

You own my heart, my body, and my soul in ways I never thought possible. I would crawl through lava for your love, walk through hell just to keep you by my side. I’d give up everything—my power, my name, even my soul—if it meant having you for one more moment.

A life without you isn’t worth living. You are my fire, my peace, my everything. I’ve killed for you, bled for you, and if it comes to it, I will die for you. But more than that, I want to live for you.

For us.

Marry me, ghrá mo chroí.” I pick up the ring, holding it as I gaze into her eyes. Tears spill down her pink cheeks, and she looks like a goddess. I, her simple servant.

“Oh, Declan,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You’ve saved my life in more ways than you can ever imagine. I would be honoured to marry you… again.”

She lets out a small laugh, her hand brushing my face. I kiss her fingers softly.

I take her old ring, set it gently on the table, and then slide the new one onto her finger. My eyes linger on the stone; it looks perfect on her hand. She’s my wife. My world.

Her fingers lift my chin, guiding my gaze back to hers. She leans in, her lips brushing mine.

“Ti amo,” she whispers, her breath warm against me.

And for the first time I feel complete.

Epilogue

Declan

The sun sets over the estate, castingagolden glow

on the garden where Viviana and I are exchanging vows

again.

Only my brothers and the main families are here. It’s a small, intimate gathering. Exactly one year has passed since our first wedding. I stand in my tailored black suit, with Kian and Connor at my side. Viviana asked me not to turn around until the music starts. Unlike our first wedding, she organized everything this time. I’d bet my life she’s walking down the aisle to some rock song, and honestly, I’m all in for it.

From the corner of my eye, I see Kian shifting. His grin widens as his gaze flicks to mine, and I know she’s coming. Connor glances at me, then back at her, running a hand through his hair. I tense up, rolling my shoulders, trying to steady myself.

There’s a long pause, and then it begins—the intro toNothing Else Mattersby Metallica. I fucking knew it. I take a deep breath and turn.

I can’t stop the smirk from curling my lips. Fucking hell, firecracker. She walks down the aisle in a princess-style gown, black as midnight, with a stunning corset that makes her waist look tiny and her breasts perfectly round. Even the flowers in her bouquet are black.

This time, it’s not only Selma by her side; Carlos, her father, holds her arm. Days after telling Viviana who her birth father was, she invited him to the estate, and he’s been a constant presence in her life—and ours. Even though I kicked his ass that day, we actually got along well.

I shake my head and reach for her hand, Carlos clapping me on the back. She smiles, and I lean closer to her ear. “Fuck, my black widow, you look stunning,” I murmur, my voice low, just for her.

Her smile widens. “You look amazing, Mister Callaghan,” she whispers, and I swear my cock twitches. She knows exactly what that name does to me. Little brat.

The priest starts speaking, but I couldn’t care less. My eyes are locked on her—her pale skin, sharp cat-eye makeup, bold red lipstick. Beautiful. Dangerous.

This time, there’s no contract. No Consortium. No drama hanging over us. Just love. Pure, raw, overwhelming love.

Her sister Silvana was sent to Italy to be with Bruna, I didn’t let her take anything but the clothes she was wearing and a plane ticket. Now they are working at some farm. She is lucky I let her live but I promised Viviana.

The priest finally gets to the important part.

My hand grips hers, strong and steady, as I slide the new ring onto her finger. “Forever, firecracker,” I whisper.

My chest tightens, and my throat burns, waiting for her response.

“Forever, Declan,” she finally says, her voice soft.

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