Chapter 20 - The Wedding
The wedding was held at a private villa in Tuscany, Italy, far away from the blood and politics of New York.
Sophia walked down the aisle in a custom white lace gown, looking like an angel descending into a world of wolves. Julian stood at the altar, looking handsome, lethal, and for the first time in his life, entirely at peace.
As they exchanged vows under the Tuscan sun, surrounded by Dante and the loyal men who had fought and bled for them, Julian slid a simple, elegant wedding band onto Sophia’s finger, right next to the sapphire.
"For this life, and the next," Julian vowed, his voice thick with emotion.
"For this life, and the next," Sophia echoed, tears of joy shining in her eyes.
When he kissed her, the crowd erupted in cheers.
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They had survived the fire, the betrayal, and the brutal reality of the mafia underworld. The maid had not just survived the cruelty of a spoiled princess; she had overthrown her, claiming the heart of the king and the throne of the empire.
And as Julian held his wife, looking out at the family they had built, he knew one thing for certain. No one would ever dare spill a drop of coffee in his house again.
