Page 100 of Sinful Obsession

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 totrace 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.