Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. “Nathan...I love you too.”
“I can’t live without you,” I continue, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “I need you, princess. Forever. I want you by my side, always.”
I drop to one knee, pulling the small velvet box from my pocket, and when I open it, the diamond ring catches the light, sparkling brilliantly. “Marry me,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. “Be mine. Forever.”
Tears fill her eyes as she looks down at me, her hand trembling as she covers her mouth. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Yes, Nathan. I’ll marry you.”
I stand, pulling her into my arms, and as I kiss her deeply, the world around us fades away. She’s mine. She’s finally mine.
I lay her down on the bed, my hands sliding over the delicate lace, the sheer fabric barely covering her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and filled with love, and I know this time, it’s different. This isn’t just sex—it’s something deeper. Something real.
I take my time, caressing every inch of her body, worshipping her with my hands, my lips. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in soft, desperate gasps, and when I finally slide into her, the connection between us is electric. It’s not just physical—it’s emotional, raw, and overwhelming.
We move together, our bodies perfectly in sync, and when she comes, her body shudders around me, her moans filling the room. I follow her over the edge, spilling inside her, my hands gripping her hips as I hold her close.
I pull her close, my lips brushing against her ear. “I love you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Every inch of you.”
epilogue 1
ISABELLA
The mansion is quiet, bathed in candlelight. The scent of fresh flowers fills the air, and the library—our favorite room—has been transformed into something out of a dream. The tall shelves of books, the crackling fireplace, and the velvet drapes that line the windows create a backdrop that feels both intimate and luxurious.
I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my wedding dress. It’s simple but stunning—a soft ivory gown with a delicate lace bodice that hugs my torso, the skirt flowing down in layers of chiffon. The sleeves are long and sheer, and the neckline is just low enough to feel feminine but modest. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to wear something like this, but now, as I look at myself, I feel... beautiful. I feel like I belong.
The bouquet in my hands is made of pale pink roses, tied together with a satin ribbon, the blooms soft and fragrant. Everything about today feels like a fairytale, but the best part is that it’s real. I’m marrying Nathan.
The ceremony is small, just Nathan and I standing together in the candlelit library. There’s something incredibly personal about this moment—the way he looks at me, the way our vows come from the heart. I can see the love in his eyes, feel it in the way he holds my hands as we exchange promises. It’s not grand or extravagant, but it’s perfect.
“I promise to love you forever,” Nathan says, his voice low and rough with emotion. “To protect you, to cherish you, to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
Tears fill my eyes as I whisper my vows in return. “I promise to stand by your side, to love you, to be yours in every way, always.”
We seal our vows with a kiss, and in that moment, nothing else matters. It’s just us. Our love. Our forever.
NATHAN
Later, as the house falls into a comfortable quiet, Isabella and I retreat to our room. She’s still in her wedding dress, her hair soft and loose around her shoulders, and I can’t stop staring at her. She’s beautiful—my wife. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“I have something for you,” she says softly, her eyes wide with emotion.
She hands me a small, wrapped box, and when I open it, my heart nearly stops. Inside is a pregnancy test—positive.
I look up at her, my chest tightening with a flood of emotions. “You’re...”
She nods, tears shining in her eyes. “We’re going to have a baby, Nathan.”
A rush of pure joy washes over me, and I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly. “My baby,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re carrying my child.”
I sink to my knees, gently lifting the hem of her dress. My lips trail over her bare belly, reverence and awe in every kiss. “My baby is in there,” I murmur, my hands resting on her hips. “You and our baby... you’re both all mine.”
The sight of her, standing in her wedding dress, her belly carrying our child, makes my chest swell with possessive pride.