That we are.
The moment we’re at the table, Calla squeals. “Show me the ring.”
Between hers and mine, they could be seen as weapons, the kind that could blind someone.
She is obsessed with jewelry and diamonds, cue her diamond studs, her engagement and wedding band, and her platinum necklace embedded with a singular diamond stone. That’s one piece she never takes off.
She grabs my hand in hers and admires the magnificent piece.
“I saw it in Paris.”
“You were in Paris?” my brother shouts. “How many men accompanied you?”
“Zero as she was with me,” my fiancé grits out.
“Enzo, amore,” Calla says in a placating tone, placing her palm on his hand.
That’s all she needs to do for my brother to back off and calm down.
And as I glance at my fiancé, I know exactly where we’ll get married.
EPILOGUE
MIKAIL
My wife.
My heart.
My life.
I thought that making Dahlia my wife would at least curb my obsession. No such thing. I feel even more possessive of her.
I’ve called her my wife a thousand times already. I’ve called her even more in my head.
I am mad. Desperate for her.
Raw craving and unfiltered adoration lead me every single moment since I made her mine officially.
It’s been ten months since we got married at Versailles, and the happiest time of my life.
Work has become secondary. More of a chore and duty than anything. But I had little choice consideringthe world I was born into. I must become even more powerful and feared, so no one can even get close to touching the life I am building with my wife.
My legacy will prevail.
It’s growing in my wife’s belly.
My baby boy.
She’s pregnant. Four months and she is just showing.
But with my incapacity to keep my hands off her, the outcome was to be expected. On a weekend getaway, I beat the odds. Since then, I’ve pranced around, feeling cocky as fuck and even prouder.
Knowing I am a father has been the humblest and most fearful experience of my life. He’s not even here, yet I love him with everything in me.
Music floats around me as I listen to her play.
It’s become our routine when we’re not going out, loving to spend our time holed up at home. Making love, having late dinners where we dance and laugh, swimming and talking. Simple, serene.
