Chapter 10 - The Sovereign and His Queen
The grand cathedral in Manhattan was filled with hundreds of people, but not a single weapon was drawn, and not a single false vow was spoken. High-society moguls, city officials, and tough men with scarred knuckles all rose to their feet in unified reverence as the grand wooden doors opened.
Elena Brooks walked down the aisle lined with white roses, radiant in an ivory lace gown designed specifically to celebrate her voluptuous figure. She walked with quiet grace, her eyes locked solely on Alessandro, who stood at the altar in a tailored black tuxedo, looking at her as if she were the only woman in the universe. In front of the altar, four-year-old Noah stood proudly as the ring bearer, wearing a miniature suit and grinning broadly at his Aunt Ellie.
When Elena reached the altar, Alessandro took her hands, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The priest spoke of honor, trials, and destiny, but the vows they exchanged were written by their own surviving hearts.
“I spent years walking through the dark, believing that ruthlessness was the only way to survive,” Alessandro said, his deep voice carrying through the sacred hall. “Then you stepped into my life, armed with nothing but kindness, courage, and unconditional love. You carried the weight of my family when I was blind. Elena, today I give you my name, my empire, and my eternal soul. You are my sovereign, my wife, and my queen.”
Tears of pure happiness rolled down Elena’s cheeks as she slipped the golden band onto his finger. “I learned long ago that family isn't who you’re born with; it’s who you bleed for and choose to protect. You gave me your heart, Alessandro, and I promise to spend every day of my life reminding you that you are worthy of being loved in the light.”
When the priest pronounced them husband and wife, Alessandro pulled Elena into his arms and kissed her with a passion that made the entire cathedral erupt into thunderous applause.
That evening, during the celebration at the grand ballroom overlooking the harbor, Alessandro leaned close to his bride as they swayed together under the golden chandeliers.
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“No more rain, mi reina,” he whispered against her ear, smiling against her lips.
Elena looked over at Noah dancing with Aunt Rosa, then back into the fierce, devoted eyes of the man holding her tight. “No more rain, Alessandro. Only forever.”
