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I step forward, barely breathing.
“Yes,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “Yes, Angelo. I’ll stay.”
He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.
Then he slips the ring onto my finger, slow and careful, like he’s placing something eternal there.
The ruby glows like a drop of blood between us, a promise sealed in fire and love.
He stands and pulls me in.
His mouth finds mine and I melt, heart full, soul weightless, like everything inside me finally knows peace.
We kiss surrounded by flowers and firelight, his arms around me, my fingers curled into his shirt.
I’m not just his queen.
Not just his wife.
I’m his home.
And he’smine.
Chapter 52
Angelo
She’s rushing.
Again.
Mia moglie.
My wife, is never on time.
A smirk tugs at my lips as I wrap my hand around her wrist just as she turns—searching for a purse that’s already in her hand.
Her head snaps up. Eyes wide. Frantic.
“Breathe.”
She swallows. Stills. Takes a shallow breath.
I step forward. She steps back, until her spine presses flush to the wall. I cage her in, looming.
I press a kiss to her soft jawline and feel her breath shudder.
“You need to relax. You’re going to be fine.”
“But I—”
“Shh.” My teeth graze her pulse point.
A breathy sigh escapes her lips.
Pulling back slightly, I trail my eyes across her face, landing on her eyes.
“You’ve got this,” I praise, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
