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“Forever.” I echo, snuggling into his embrace, content and complete.

The ocean breeze continues to whisper through the balcony, the world outside fading into insignificance. Here, in this moment, there is only us—bound by love, desire, and a promise that will last a lifetime.

There is no going back.

He is mine. And I am his.

Forever.

Epilogue

Yelena

A Second Wedding.

One year ago, I stood before a room full of strangers, my heart cold, guarded, unwilling.

That day, I had spoken my vows, not out of love, but out of duty. Out of necessity. Out of a twisted fate that had forced Aithan and me into each other’s arms without choice.

Today is different.

Today, I choose him.

Today, I love him.

The soft rustle of fabric whispers through the bridal suite as Alina and Scarlett fuss over the final touches of my dress.

It is a masterpiece—crafted from the finest silk and embroidered with delicate silver thread that glows under the chandelier’s light. The gown molds to my body, the deep neckline both bold and regal, the flowing train trailing behind me like a queen stepping onto her throne.

Aithan’s queen.

Alina steps back, her blue eyes identical to mine as they scan me with a mixture of awe and pride.

"You look like a goddess," she murmurs. "Aithan is going to lose his mind worshiping you when he sees you."

Scarlett smirks. "He already worships her. Now she just looks the part."

I laugh softly, but my heart pounds.

I have faced enemies without fear. I have stood my ground against betrayal and bloodshed. But this? This moment—where I am walking toward the man I love, ready to promise him forever—this shakes me to my core.

Alina must sense it because she grips my hand. "Are you ready?"

Today should have been just our anniversary. A quiet one, perhaps a private dinner, maybe a toast to a year that changed both of our lives forever. But Aithan never does anything quietly.

He stands at the end of the aisle, his pewter-gold eyes locked onto mine, and I forget how to breathe.

This time, I walk toward him, not because of obligation, not because of an alliance—but because my soul belongs to this man.

A breeze rolls in from the ocean, carrying the scent of salt and wildflowers. The private estate overlooking the Aegean Sea is filled with Mafia elites from both theEllinikiand the Bratva, not here for business but for us—for this moment where we reclaim our love, where we choose each other before the world.

Aithan stands tall and ruthless in a black tuxedo, the crisp white of his dress shirt a stark contrast to the dangerous, lethal man beneath. But when his eyes meet mine, I see something that no one else in this crowd of powerful men and women can claim. I see devotion. Possession. Love.

And I burn for him.

I grip my bouquet tighter, trying to steady my emotions, but the second I reach him, his hands claim mine, his touch grounding me, sending heat curling through my veins. He tugs me closer—not caring for tradition, not caring for the spectacle—just needing to feel me against him.

“You’re breathtaking,agápi mou.” His voice is low, rough, meant only for me. “And you are mine.”

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