90. Epilogue 1!

Author's POV 

No one in the criminal underworld, not a even single soul would have ever imagined this day would arrive.

Not in this lifetime at least.

If someone had dared to suggest that Egon Bismarck, the infamous Mafia King, the man whose silence was deadlier than gunfire would one day stand at an altar… waiting for his bride?

They would’ve been mocked.

Ridiculed.

Shot for their stupidity.

And if anyone had claimed that the Queen, the woman forged from violence, vengeance, and unbreakable will walk down an aisle in a breathtaking gown, ready to offer her heart to the man she once swore to ruin?

People would’ve placed bets on her blood before her vows.

Yet here they were! Not enemies. Not rivals. Not predators circling each other anymore.

Just two villains in love, a love that should’ve destroyed them long before it saved them.

And the world had absolutely no idea what to do with that.

Every major crime lord, assassin syndicate, cartel head, and underground monarch filled the cathedral. The air reeked of power, of expensive perfume, mistrust, and silent panic.

Because one thing was clear.

Egon was a disaster alone.

Emerald was a storm alone.

But together?

Together they were a defination of ruin.

The cathedral chosen for the ceremony wasn’t religious. It was older, grander, the kind of place built not for prayer, but for history to tremble in. Marble pillars reached toward heaven, gold chandeliers glittered like captured constellations, and the aisle was blanketed with fresh white and red roses.

An altar disguised as a battlefield, perfect for two villains becoming one.

Egon stood waiting, wearing a black suit cut so sharply it could’ve been a weapon. Velvet tie, diamond cufflink, a white rose on his chest, a detail Emerald insisted on.

He looked like sin, sculpted and breathing. Yet his eyes , that lethal, unreadable gaze held something no one had ever seen on him.

Nervousness! The Mafia King was nervous.

His hands were clenched. His jaw locked. His heartbeat almost audible because the doors were about to open. Because she was about to walk toward him.

The cathedral fell into silence so absolute that even the chandeliers seemed to stop shimmering.

Then the doors opened. And she appeared. Emerald.

The woman who walked through blood as casually as others walked through rain… was now walking on roses.

Her gown was magic stitched into fabric, the bodice dripping pearls and crystals that caught the light like meteor dust. The skirt flowed like liquid silver, swirling softly with every step she took. A delicate veil followed her, touched by gold threads, fragile and royal all at once.

She looked like heaven built from hell.

No escort.

No father figure.

She walked alone, powerful, sovereign, choosing her fate.

Gasps rippled through the room. A few men who had slit throats without blinking swallowed hard.

She wasn’t just looking beautiful. She was impossible.

And as she walked, she lifted her eyes, slow, steady, until they met Egon’s.

He forgot how to breathe for a moment. His chest tightened like someone had carved open his ribs and placed a bomb inside.

She was his! Finally!

Emerald’s lips curved into the softest smile, a smile reserved for him and him alone, love made perfect sense to the two standing at the altar.

When she reached him, Egon extended his hand. It trembled, barely, and only she noticed.

She took it assured and fearless.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he breathed back, voice rough.

“You look like you’re about to faint,” she teased.

“From you?” He smirked, eyes softening. “Always.”

She tried to hold the smile back but failed miserably. And he looked like he’d die for it.

The priest began speaking, but Egon didn’t glance away from her even once. Every guest, every danger, every wound from their past dissolved. Only she existed.

Then the priest announced what no one expected.

“The bride and groom will now speak their vows.”

Murmurs erupted with shock and disbelief. A mafia couple doing vows? Unthinkable.

Emerald squeezed Egon’s hand and he nodded for her to go first.

She drew in a breath not shaky, but grounded.

“Egon,” she said, voice soft but unwavering. “I never thought this moment was possible. Not with our history and scars we have on our hearts.”

Her chin lifted proudly.

“We tried to destroy each other. We tried so hard to outrun each other. But fate kept dragging us back.”

She paused, eyes turned glossy.

“I think it’s because broken things always find their missing pieces.”

The room went breathless.

“At first, I hated how much I needed you. Hated the way you lived under my skin. But now? I don’t think I could survive without you.”

Egon inhaled sharply not out of weakness, but out of feeling.

“You gave me hope when I didn’t want it. You held on when I pushed you away. You believed in us before I did. And because of you…” 

Her voice cracked a bit.

“I believe in forever.”

Even the stone-hearted shifted uncomfortably, emotions were unfamiliar territory here.

“I promise to choose you in every lifetime,” 

she continued. 

“Through chaos. Through war. Through destiny if it tries to break us again. I choose you. Always you!”

Something in Egon shattered and rebuilt in the same second.

“My turn,” 

he whispered.

He turned to fully face her, and every trace of restraint burned away.

“Emerald,” 

He said, voice deep, raw, devastating. 

“You are the most infuriating, stubborn, dangerous woman I have ever met.”

Crowd smiled at brutally real words.

“And the only woman I will ever love.”

Her breath stuttered at his words.

“You broke me,” 

he continued. 

“And I broke you. But somehow, we kept putting each other back together.”

He brought her hand to his chest, right over his heart.

“You made me human. You made me feel. You made me want things I never believed I deserved.”

No one had ever heard him speak with this kind of vulnerability and no one ever would again.

“You are my peace and my fire,” 

he whispered. 

“My chaos and my calm. And I swear, on everything that I am, that there is no universe where I let you go again.”

One tear slipped down her cheek.

He caught it with his thumb, gentle in a way that was lethal to watch.

“I promise to protect you. To fight with you and never against you. To stand beside you even when the world stands against us. And I promise to love you so fiercely that even death won’t know how to separate us.”

Silence wrapped around them, heavy, beautiful, terrifying.

Finally the priest cleared his throat, voice shaken but smiling.

“With the power vested in me… I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Egon didn’t wait for permission.

He grabbed her waist and kissed her, fierce, reverent, unstoppable. Emerald gripped his lapels, kissing him back just as intensely.

The world exploded.

Some applauded.

Some stared blankly.

Some exchanged horrified looks.

Because everyone understood one thing instantly:

The game changed.

The power map changed.

The world changed.

Egon and Emerald together meant war for anyone foolish enough to test them.

When they finally parted, Emerald whispered breathlessly, “We’re really married.”

Egon smirked, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb.

“In my head, we always were.”

She laughed, a sound he’d burn the world to hear. He lifted their joined hands high, turning toward the audience.

Emerald leaned into him, her diamond ring catching the light like a tiny crown, not on her finger, but on her throne.

Together they walked back down the rose covered aisle, two villains who found heaven in each other.

…ready to build a future no one thought they deserved.