Page 33 of Sinful Obsession (Broken Vows #3)

The priest raised his hands, his voice formal and commanding. “Cassian Moretti, do you take Charlotte Grayson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

Cassian’s gaze never wavered, his voice low but fervent, dripping with obsession. “I do—more than words can ever convey. Charlotte, you are my heart, my soul, my everything. I vow to love you, protect you, and cherish you with every breath I have left, beyond this life and into the next.”

My heart fluttered, his words a fire that warmed and unsettled me.

The priest turned to me, his expression softening. “Charlotte Grayson, do you take Cassian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

I swallowed, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling within. “I do. Cassian, you’ve hurt me, but you’ve also fought for me, for us. I choose you, today and always, to build a life together.”

The priest nodded, presenting a velvet box with two rings—platinum bands encrusted with tiny emeralds, symbols of our intertwined legacies.

I took Cassian’s ring, my fingers brushing his as I slid it onto his finger.

He smiled, a rare softness in his eyes, then sank to one knee before me, the gesture drawing gasps from the crowd.

He took my hand, his touch reverent, and slid the ring onto my finger, his eyes locked on mine as if pledging his soul.

The weight of the ring felt like a promise, solid and eternal.

Cassian rose, taking the microphone from the priest, his presence commanding the room.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice rich and resonant, “today is the greatest day of my life. I’m marrying the woman of my dreams, the mother of my twins.

” He gestured to Asher and Aria, seated in the front row, their faces beaming in matching outfits—Aria in a fluffy pink dress, Asher in a miniature suit.

They waved, drawing chuckles from the crowd.

“I’ve hurt Charlotte in ways no man should—pushing her away when I thought I was protecting her, letting fear and illness tear us apart for six years.

I was a fool, consumed by my own demons, but she never left my heart.

I vow to spend every remaining day loving her, proving I’m worthy of her strength, her courage, her love.

She’s not just my wife—she’s my queen, the Grayson boss, and I’ll stand by her side forever. ”

Tears glistened in the eyes of several guests—Elena Volkov, my lieutenant, dabbed at her cheeks, while an older woman in a sapphire gown clutched her husband’s arm, whispering, “He’s changed.”

Nearby, two men in pinstriped suits murmured, one leaning close. “Never thought Moretti would go soft,” he said, shaking his head.

“Soft?” the other scoffed. “That’s devotion. She’s got the Grayson vault—he’s playing the long game.”

Their words faded as the crowd erupted in applause, some marveling at Cassian’s vulnerability, others at the power of our union.

Cassian paused, then gestured to Anthony, who stepped forward with a gleaming silver trophy, its surface engraved with my name: Charlotte .

“This is my biker championship cup,” Cassian said, his voice swelling with pride.

“My first win in years, and I dedicate it to her—the woman who makes every victory matter.” The crowd gasped, and I felt my breath catch, my heart swelling at the gesture.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing tattoos that drew a soft gasp from me.

On his left forearm was a delicate ink portrait of me, my face captured in intricate lines, smiling with a quiet strength.

On his right arm were Asher and Aria, their tiny faces rendered in playful detail—Asher with his mischievous grin, Aria with her pigtails and sparkling eyes.

The tattoos were adorable, a permanent vow etched into his skin, and I couldn’t help but fawn, my hand reaching out to trace the lines, my eyes misty. “Cassian,” I whispered, “they’re perfect.”

My mind flickered to our first wedding, years ago, when his vows had been laced with venom, promising to make my life a living hell for my mother’s sins.

That man was gone, replaced by one who loved me fiercely, undeniably, more than I could ever love him—and that was a fact.

His devotion was a tidal wave, washing away the pain of our past.

The priest’s voice broke through. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Cassian pulled me close, his hands framing my face, and kissed me with an intensity that stole my breath.

His lips were warm, hungry, pouring every ounce of his love into the moment, the world fading until it was just us.

The crowd cheered, but Aria’s voice rang out, bright and gleeful. “Daddy and Mommy are kissing!”

Asher groaned, tugging at her arm. “It’s adult stuff, Aria! Don’t look!”

The adults nearby laughed, their amusement bubbling over.

“They’re too cute,” a woman in a red dress whispered to her companion.

“Bet they’ll be running the family business someday,” he chuckled back.

Their banter lightened the moment, but I barely noticed, lost in Cassian’s kiss, his arms anchoring me to this new beginning.

We pulled apart, breathless, and turned to Asher and Aria, who scrambled from their seats to join us.

Hand in hand, the four of us walked down the aisle, the crowd’s applause echoing as we stepped into the snowy Moscow night.

A sleek black helicopter waited, its blades slicing through the air, ready to whisk us to the Maldives—one of the world’s most expensive vacation spots, where turquoise waters and private villas promised a week of bliss.

Cassian had insisted on it, sparing no expense, a gift to celebrate our union and our family.

As we boarded, Asher clutched my hand, his eyes wide. “Are we flying to a castle, Mommy?”

“Better,” Cassian said, ruffling his hair. “A beach where you can build sandcastles as big as you want.”

Aria squealed, climbing into his lap. “With mermaids?”

“Maybe,” he teased, winking at me.

The chopper lifted off, Moscow’s lights fading below as we soared toward our future.

Cassian’s hand found mine, his ring glinting beside my own, and I leaned against him, Asher and Aria chattering excitedly.

The Grayson empire was mine, the threats of my father, Vincent, Luca, and Artem vanquished.

Cassian and I continued to live a happy ever after with our twins, Asher and Aria, in a world where love had conquered fear.

Our family was whole, our empire secure, and every day was a promise of joy, laughter, and unbreakable bonds.

As the helicopter carried us toward paradise, I knew we’d face whatever came next—together.

The End.