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Page 146 of Contract of a Billionaire

My hand came to my lower belly. I wore a simple white wedding dress that didn’t do much to cover the baby bump. I didn’t care. I was proud of it. She survived. We survived.

Six months pregnant.

Despite the hunger and hardship during the first trimester, the baby was healthy and growing fine. I was lucky.Wewere lucky.

Like a magnet, my eyes pulled back to the man standing at the end of the aisle, dressed in a sharp black tux. He has been waiting for me. Eight years.

The love and obsession in his eyes were all the confirmation I needed. Not that I had doubted my decision.

With each step I took closer to him, the world faded further into the background, leaving me alone with him.

The moment I came to stand in front of him, my father smiled. “Mrs. Corbin wants me to relay a message.” A soft groan escaped me as I rolled my eyes. “Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you,” Alessio answered, his eyes never wavering from me as he took my hand. Our fingers interlaced and my heart blossomed like the cherry blossoms all around us.

As we said our vows in the midst of family and friends, neither one of us hesitated.

After all, eight years was a long time to wait.

He pulled me closer. “My heart beats in tune to a song only your heart can play. Your breath gives me life. Your cure to my scars. I’m forever yours, Autumn Ashford.”

My lip quivered and my eyes shimmered with the love and happiness I felt for this man.

He lifted the veil, those molten silvers darkening to the most beautiful storms. His hands cupped my face, then he bent his head, his mouth hovering over mine.

“Your eyes are green,” he murmured.

“I’m happy.” My nose brushed against his. “Because you’re mine now.”

“I’ve always been yours. The lion will always worship his lioness.”

THE END

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