Page 190 of Trapped With You

All our friends and families were present. My girls looked gorgeous in matching orange bridesmaids’ dresses and the boysall wore matching blue ties. Including Shaun, who was Cade’s best man and doing the most, clapping and whooping the loudest. If he hadn’t paired us together on Initiation Night all those years ago, maybe Cade and I would not be here today.

Darla was my maid of honour and I was so thankful that the universe brought us back to each other. The last few years were filled with joy, laughter, and many girls’ trips around the globe, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And despite how happy she looked for me, I couldn’t help but notice how her smile was laced with a bit of wistfulness. It broke my heart that she may never have this. Her marriage was recently arranged to one of the most corrupt men in Montardor. Zeno De la Croix reigned the city’s underworld and I was afraid he’d eat my best friend alive.

If I could have done something to prevent it, I would have. I was forever protective of Darla.

“You look incredible,” Cade whispered to me, holding on to my hands as a fake Elvis Presley officiated our wedding. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

The look on his face when he’d first seen me in my dress was seared in my mind. I’d remember it even when I was lying on my deathbed.

“Thank you.” I blushed under his praise. “You look incredible, too.”

We finally said our vows and exchanged our rings. The matching gold bands were engraved with the wordsYou and Ion top. Except the underside of mine was embossed withCKRand his withEXC. If ever we removed our rings, the initials would still be creased in our skin. Another way of branding ourselves as belonging to one another. On top of the tattoos we already possessed. Including the one I got years ago on my ass cheek that saidProperty of Cade. That was perhaps myquerido’sfavourite one on me.

“You may now kiss the bride!” Shaun hollered before Elvis Presley got a chance.

Cade closed the distance and kissed me with eagerness. Banding an arm around my waist, he dipped me back, causing me to giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

Everyone cheered as we basked in the moment of finally being married.

Even though we didn’t need a piece of paper to certify that we belonged to each another.

We always had.

We were soulmates. We were fated. We were written in the stars.

“We forgot to sign a prenup,” I murmured when he straightened us and rested his forehead on mine.

Cade Killian Remington, my husband, smirked in that bad boy manner that was so reminiscent of our teenage years. “There’s no end for us, Ella. Remember?”

“How could I forget?” I teased and kissed his lips. “I’m trapped with you.”

“Forever,” he promised.

The End