Page 127 of Sexting the Billionaire

"One job I thought was out of my league but I went for anyhow," I continue.

"One stubborn, brilliant designer who wouldn't be intimidated."

I lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "If you had told me a year and a half ago that a wrong number would lead to all this?—"

"I wouldn't have believed it either." His arms encircle me. "But here we are."

"Here we are," I echo, looking up at him. "Full circle."

He kisses me softly. "No. Not a circle. A spiral, maybe. We keep coming back to the same points, but we're higher each time, seeing more, understanding more."

I lead him from the studio toward our bedroom, pausing to check on Harmony one more time. She sleeps peacefully, one tiny fist curled beside her face.

In our room, Roman pulls me close, his hands sliding familiar paths along my body. "Thank you," he whispers against my skin.

"For what?"

"For replying to that text. For giving me a chance. For Harmony. For everything."

As his lips find mine, I smile against his mouth.

"Even the most important messages sometimes start with an unexpected surprise," I murmur, echoing the words that started our journey—a misdirected text that somehow found exactly where it needed to go.

The End

EPILOGUE 1

VOWS & VICTORIES

Cassie

"Hold still," Mia commands, carefully adjusting the hairpin securing my veil. "One more... there. Perfect."

I stare at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me.

The dress—my own design, naturally—falls in clean, architectural lines before softening into a gentle sweep at the hem.

Simple. Elegant.

Nothing like the princess fantasy I'd dreamed up as a little girl, but everything I want now.

"You look incredible," Olivia says, dabbing at her eyes. "Roman is going to lose his mind."

"You think?" I smooth my hands over the silk, a flutter of nerves dancing in my stomach. It's ridiculous to be nervous. We've been together for three years. We have a toddler. We own a home together. And yet—there's something about making it official that feels monumental in a way I hadn't expected.

"Iknow," Mia says firmly. "Now let me get back to Harmony before she destroys her flower girl dress. That child has Roman's determination and your creativity—a terrifying combination."

As my sister slips out of the bedroom, Olivia hands me a small velvet box. "From himself. He said to give it to you right before."

Inside lies a delicate platinum chain with a tiny platinum cell phone charm, exquisitely detailed. I laugh, warmth spreading through me. "That ridiculous man."

"There's a note," Olivia points out, pulling a folded card from her pocket.

I open it to find Roman's strong, decisive handwriting:

For the woman who texted the wrong number and found the right man. Wear this today as a reminder that the best messages find their way to exactly where they need to be. I'll be the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle. I love you, CM (almost CK).

"Oh god," I groan, fanning my eyes. "If I cry now, you'll have to redo my makeup."

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