Page 186 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Cade

Abby opted for a simple ceremony with only our close friends in attendance.

We decided to hold it in Sinclair Sterling’s spectacular back garden, which he loaned us for the occasion.

With views over Primrose Hill and the London skyline in the distance, the backdrop compliments the feeling of breathlessness residing in my lungs.

I glance about the spacious conservatory, taking in the assembled guests.

Zara and Hunter were the first to arrive.

Or rather, their security was. They did a clean sweep of the place, then positioned themselves around the perimeter.

It’s a testament to Sinclair and Summer being invested enough in my relationship with Abby that he didn’t protest or seem pissed about it.

On their heels were JJ and his girlfriend Lena, who’re seated in an armchair in a corner of the room.

To be clear, JJ is seated in an armchair and Lena is seated on JJ.

Both of them have their arms about each other and are grinning at each other in a way with which I’m becoming quite familiar, considering I often catch myself wearing that particular infatuated expression on my face.

Michael Sovrano is standing next to Karma, who’s seated in the nearby settee.

She’s rocking their little boy in her arms. Isla is seated next to her, with Liam standing behind her.

He’s holding onto their Great Dane Tiny, who’s straining at his leash.

Behind them are Weston and Amelia, who’s speaking to Ava.

I met her husband Baron for the first time earlier today.

He was deep in conversation with Edward Chase, who agreed to officiate our wedding.

I overheard Baron tell Edward that Ava’s pregnant with their child.

Edward stiffened before his face broke out into a genuine smile.

He thumped Baron on the back, and the two men hugged.

It reminded me so much of my friendship with Knight. And now we’re going to be family.

Abby and I FaceTimed with Knight, who told us his mission is delayed.

He’s waiting for orders to come through, and not sure when he’ll get leave to return.

He told us he’d never forgive us if we waited for him to arrive before proceeding with the wedding.

He didn’t want us to put our lives on hold, not when we waited so long to find our way to each other.

Neither Abby nor I wanted to go ahead without him.

I wanted Knight to be my best man, and Abby wanted him to give her away, but Knight wouldn’t hear of it.

He made us promise not to wait. He assured us the first opportunity he gets, he’ll be home.

We reluctantly decided to go ahead, but only because he was so persistent.

For the most part, we kept the news of our wedding a secret.

Unlike our engagement, which had been a media circus, there’s not one news person in attendance today.

Sinclair and Summer were crucial to our plan of keeping the marriage secret.

They offered to invite our friends on our behalf, pretending the event was a party.

It was only after the group drifted into the back garden and noticed the chairs which had been set up, complete with a flower-strewn path in between and a vine-covered arch at the front, that they had an inkling something was up.

Suddenly, they understood why Abby had been missing throughout the evening, along with Solene, Penny and Mira, her bridesmaids.

Everyone had been told to come dressed informally, which is why now, as Mira steps onto the flower-strewn path, she’s wearing jeans and a pullover.

She’s also holding a spray of pink roses.

As she walks up the path, she winks at me, then stands to the side.

She’s followed by Penny, who’s wearing a jumpsuit and holding a spray of yellow roses.

And then Solene, who’s dressed in Doc Martins, fishnet stockings, a leather skirt, and a bustier.

She looks every inch the emo pop star, right down to the blue roses in her hands.

I sense Declan tense as Solene walks up the aisle. She gives me a little wave, then glances away—pointedly, not looking at Declan. He swears low under his breath.

"Everything okay, ol’ chap?" I murmur.

"Just peachy," he growls back.

"Have you spoken to Solene since she got in?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you need to sit down and have an actual conversation with her." Just then, Abby steps onto the aisle, and all other thoughts go flying from my head.

She’s wearing a simple white dress that molds to her curves and flows to her feet.

The lace collar is high, and the material continues down her arms, ending in lacy cuffs.

She’s wearing her hair down, a fresh flower halo around her head, and holds a bouquet of white roses in front of her.

Her cheeks are flushed, her green eyes sparkling up at me, and as she moves closer, my heart seems to swell until it’s too big to fit in my body.

I reach over, draw her in, then kiss her forehead.

"Save it for after the wedding," one of our friends shouts.

Behind me, Declan chuckles, and the officiant clears his throat.

"Are you ready to proceed?" Edward’s gravelly voice asks.

I press kisses over each of her eyelids, then her nose, then each cheek, and finally, her chin before I step back. "Now I’m ready."

He laughs a little, then proceeds to read the necessary words.

The entire time, Abby and I hold hands, and if I smile so much that my face muscles ache, that’s not my fault.

It’s not every day that the girl I first saw when I was a teenager and who I’d lost all hope of making mine, slips a wedding band on my finger.

I, in turn, slide the platinum band next to the matching engagement ring she wears.

Then, I kiss the ring. "I love you, Sparrow—absolutely, completely, deeply."

"I love you, too, King of my dreams. My life. My soul. My everything. I can’t wait to start my new life with you."

I straighten, then pull her into my arms. "I’m sorry your parents refused to come."

"I’m sorry your parents were so upset with you for stepping down from the captaincy.

" Yep, that happened. I called them to tell them about my wedding, but my father was too busy ranting about lost opportunities and how I made him lose face by giving up something so prestigious. Shocker, that. It’s not anything I wasn’t expecting.

What hurt me a lot more was my mother saying she really wanted to make it, but she couldn’t—not as long as my father forbade it.

The story of my life. I don’t know if it makes it worse that my mother understands me more but refuses to be there on this most important day of my life.

I should have anticipated it, given they’d refused to come to Zara’s wedding, as well.

You’d think they’d want to be part of the new memories I’m going to make going forward, but apparently, they’re too set in their ways and can’t find space in their life for either me or my new bride.

"I’m sorry Knight’s not here, either—" I wrap my arm about her waist. "I promise, we’ll find a way to make it up to him when he’s back."

"I miss him, but I’m glad I’m wearing your ring and in your arms." She tips up her chin. "Will you kiss me properly now?"

“You did it!" Zara beams at me. "Thank god, you didn’t botch this up."

"Your confidence in me, as always, is awe-inspiring," I deadpan.

She leans up, and when I lower my head, she kisses my cheek. "Don’t fuck this up. And if you make her unhappy in any way, you’ll have me to deal with."

"I’ve learned my lesson. I can promise you, I’d rather kill myself than do anything to cause her any kind of pain."

"Hmm." She aims her forefinger and middle finger at her eyes, then at me. "I’m gonna hold you to that, kiddo." She turns to a laughing Abby. "I’m so happy you’re my sister-in-law. Will you consider working with me on my team now?"

Abby hesitates.

"Please? You can keep your other clients. Just lend me your brains when I need them on the occasional brainstorming for a project, I need the kind of fresh perspective you bring to a plan."

"Well, I’m going to be taking the lead on Cade’s communications again."

I do a double-take. "You are?"

"Can’t stand how bleak your social media feeds look.

Besides, who better than me to represent your image in the media?

Especially now that your focus is moving on from sponsorships to actually mentoring the cricket team.

And the non-profits you’re working with need their stories told.

You have a great platform to support them and get the word out about their work.

It would be a pity not to use that opportunity—" she breaks off at the wide grin on my face.

"What?"

"I’m just fucking happy to see you happy, babe."

Zara laughs. "The big bad King, in love and with eyes for no one but his bride." She raises her gaze skywards. "There is a god, after all."

"What is this?" I peer into the mug of steaming liquid that one of the serving staff has deposited in front of me.