Page 91 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“Good,” I panted, my voice breathless. “Because you’ve always been the best part of me.”
Epilogue
Royce
Our daughter was only a few hours old, but she already ruled us and our world.
She had thick auburn hair and golden-colored skin. I swore up and down her eyes were green, but in certain lights, they were blue. She took after her mãe. Willow’s parents agreed, claiming she was a replica of Willow as an infant.
Calista Olivia Ashford.
I held my daughter in my arms, marveling at the mysterious way life worked out. Our journey to each other was long, but it happened exactly the way it was meant to.
Willow and this baby completed me.
With my child in my arms, I walked over to the window, letting the warm Portugal sun touch her face. I gave her the first glimpse of the world she would one day explore.
“See all this, princess,” I murmured softly, careful not to wake up my wife. “It’s all going to be yours.”
She would be a heartbreaker just like her mãe, and I’d end any boy who would dare come close to my baby girl.
“Daddy’s going to spoil you.”
A soft voice had me turning around to find my wife watching us. She glowed with love and such strength, taking my breath away every single time.
God, I love her.
“How could I not,” I said, keeping my voice low. “My princess stole my heart, just like her mãe.”
An even bigger smile swept across her face, wide and happy. My heart nearly burst from the sight of it. I had everything right here.
Willow extended her hands and I put our little princess in her arms so she could bring her closer to her chest. I leaned in and combed my fingers gently through Calista’s hair.
“Royce…” she whispered. Her expression was filled with anguish, and no words were needed.
I knew she was worried about Stuart’s grandfather. He attempted to stake a claim on the baby before she was even born. Like she was an object. I had every intention of putting an end to it. I’d fight him with the power my name still carried, would call in favors from every single person indebted to me. That man would never come near our daughter.
I cupped her cheeks gently, careful not to wake our baby. “I’m going to say this once, so listen closely.” I stroked the side of her face with my thumb. “You are mine. Calista is mine. Forever. There is nobody that will ever change that. Fucking nobody.”
Even if it means killing Stuart’s grandfather, but I kept those words to myself. Today was the best day of our lives and nothing would ruin it.
“Promise?”
I pressed a kiss on her forehead, then our daughter’s. “I promise.”
She looked up at me, our eyes meeting for a moment, before she said, “I love you so much. I couldn’t imagine having this baby with anyone else. We’re forever yours.”
And I was forever theirs.
Epilogue
Willow
Five Years Later
“Peeeeeassse. Mãe, peeeassse!”
I smiled at my spunky five-year-old. Calista was our only girl, but she helped me keep her brothers in line. The apple of our eye. Well, she was the apple of my eye, because even though she wasn’t biologically his, she owned all of her daddy. Royce spoiled her, just as he did me.
