Chapter 34

Cyrus

My heart thumped so hard against my chest when Emilia stopped halfway towards me that I thought I would lose my shit and drag her to the makeshift altar. I tugged on my collar and watched her as she spoke to her Dad. She put her hand on his cheek and said something to him before he replied to her. They turned toward the aisle again and began to walk towards me. It was only then that I could breathe again.

Her white dress made her look like an angel floating towards me. The billowing light material danced around her as walked. The dress was cinched in at her waist, but it only highlighted the generous curves of her breasts. Beneath her veil, I could see her long dark hair was left out. I wanted to tear the veil off so I could see her gorgeous dark eyes.

Her Dad helped her up. I moved forward to take her hand, but her Dad narrowed his eyes at me. I waited as they stood before me. I glanced at Emilia, who was looking at her Dad. When he didn't hand her over, I was about to take her from him when Emilia nudged him. He reluctantly lifted her hand before he placed it on mine.

"Remember what I said," he said before he kissed the top of Emilia's head.

I kept my eyes on him until he joined his family. Once the nuisance was gone, I gazed at my perfect Angel, and her hand tightened around mine. I lifted her veil, and I felt a variety of emotions because she looked ravishing. Unable to help myself, I lifted her hand and kissed it just above her engagement ring.

"You look perfect, Angel," I whispered as the pastor began the ceremony.

She smiled and mouthed thank you.

It wasn't long until it was time for me to say my vows. I glanced at Samuel, who held our rings. He was nineteen, but nothing like his Dad so I'd asked him to present the rings for us. Connor was just as pleasant. In fact, all of her family was, except for her Dad. I didn't know how to speak to her little sister since I'd not been around children before, but she was a happy little girl who was engrossed in playing with her cousins. She was more like her Mom than her Dad.

I took her ring from the pillow and held it for a moment. This was it. I would never look at another woman again, and I smiled because I didn't want to. My eyes flicked towards Emilia's, and any nerves about saying the vows left me.

"Before you crashed into my life, I'd forgotten what love was," I said as I placed a hand on her cheek. "Emilia, my Angel, you revived my cold dead heart. You brought light back into my life. I vow to love, care, and protect you as well as our children for as long as I live. In these vows, I promise you that I will never waver. You are the missing piece of my soul, the only woman for me and the only one I love. My wife."

I slipped her platinum and diamond ring onto her finger. When I glanced back at her, she had a watery smile and I knew it was because it was the first time I told her that I loved her, but I was glad it was on our wedding day. I carefully wiped her tears away with my thumbs. She took my ring from Samuel with a smile.

"The first time I saw your eyes staring back at me, my heart skipped a beat. With one photograph, I became your secret stalker. After fiddling with a few wires and armed with aluminium foil, I broke into your house to ensure I had your full attention," she said as I gaped at her mischievous smile.

"That's our girl!" Valeria shouted, causing Emilia to smile.

"From the day we first met, I knew we were kindred spirits. Today, on our wedding day, I vow that I will love every part of you until the last breath leaves my body. My devotion to you, our marriage, and our children shall never perish. You're mine, Cyrus Wicke, just as I am yours. My husband," she said softly as she slipped the ring on my finger.

As soon as I had permission to kiss her, I grabbed her waist and dipped her down before I devoured her mouth. Her hand clung to my neck and forearm, and she kissed me back with just as much passion. I ignored the pastor, who kept clearing his throat and Samuel, who asked us to come up for air with a snigger. It didn't matter to me that she came attached to a crazy family.

She was my fucking wife. My Angel was all mine, forevermore.

**

Dinner was going well until Emilia refused to drink. Alejandro's eyes snapped towards me, and I narrowed my eyes at the rage in them.

"She's pregnant?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Dad—" Emilia said, but she was cut off when Alejandro flew across the table with a roar.

The sound of plates breaking and items crashing on the floor ensued, but I was ready for him and punched him in the face. He grabbed my throat as he lay on the table and punched me in the kidneys, making me grunt in pain.

"She is barely twenty," he snarled as he tried to punch me again, but I blocked him with my forearm.

"Dad, what age was Mum when she had me?" Emilia cried as she tried to pull his hand away from my throat.

"Damn it, Alejandro, get off him," Valeria shouted alongside other people, but I didn't look to see who they were.

I punched his hand twice before I could get his grip to loosen enough for me to get free, but I managed to push my chair back and stand up. Emilia rushed towards me, and I put my arm around her. Her Dad jumped off the table and continued to glare at me.

"It's time to catch our flight," I whispered to her with a smile because I had no regrets.

I loved breeding, my Angel. I would be fucking my wife non-stop on the private island I'd booked for our honeymoon. She wouldn't wear a stitch of clothing for the entire two-week trip.

Her father couldn't do shit about that.