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I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 21
Years later.Tuscany, Italy.A private estate.Sun, green lawns, a brilliant blue sky, an ancient castle.My wedding.Small, intimate, with only our closest family and friends.I wore a simple, elegant white dress, holding a bouquet of lilies of the valley, my smile bright and genuine.My eyes were filled with a true, cloudless happiness.The groom, Julian, stood beside me in a white suit, his deep eyes watching me with a love so strong it was almost tangible.The priest read the vows.“Do you, Alessia, take Julian Croft to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”I turned to the man beside me, a soft smile on my lips.“I do.”My voice was clear, firm, full of hope.We exchanged rings. We kissed.The applause was thunderous.At the reception on the lawn overlooking the sea, I tossed the bouquet—directly to my maid of honor, my best friend, Chloe
I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 20
Years later, at the International Court of Justice, a landmark case came to a close.As the lead attorney, I had won.Under the spotlights, I stood in a tailored pearl-white suit, my hair in an elegant chignon, facing a sea of flashing cameras, speaking with calm and confidence.Elegant, professional, the undisputed center of attention.After the hearing, a handsome young academic in a dark gray suit came up to the stage with a bouquet of white lilies of the valley.He was Julian Croft, a rising star in the European legal world.We had worked together on several international cases, developing an incredible partnership that had naturally blossomed into love.The press called us the “Twin Stars of the Legal World.”I met his eyes and smiled.In the farthest, most obscure corner of the gallery, a man in a black baseball cap and mask, thin and gaunt, slowly stood up after the crowd had dispersed.I saw him. I knew it was Cillian.He had survived that attack years ago, but barely.His body
I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 19
(Alessia’s POV)In the ambulance, the paramedics worked frantically on his wounds.Cillian, unconscious, kept muttering.“Alessia… I’m sorry…”“The baby… I’m sorry…”“Don’t go… Don’t leave me…”His voice was broken, filled with a desperate, dying plea.I sat beside him, my hands and jacket covered in his blood. It was sticky and warm, and it smelled like rust.I turned my head and stared out the window at the city lights blurring past. My face was a hard mask in the flashing lights.At the hospital, Cillian was rushed into surgery.The light above the door turned on.I sat on a bench in the hallway, staring at the closed doors.I don’t know how long I sat there before the doors opened and a doctor came out, his face grim.“He’s badly injured. Lost a lot of blood. It’s not looking good.”“Also,” the doctor paused, looking at me, “he doesn’t seem to have much will to live. At this rate, it’s very dangerous.”The doctor hesitated. “Are you his…?”“Ex-wife,” I said calmly.The doctor was t
I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 18
A year later.An important international law forum was held in Washington, D.C.Alessia was invited back to the States as a special delegate.Cillian was in a meeting when he got the news.Jack leaned in and whispered in his ear. Cillian’s hand, holding a pen, froze, leaving a long black gash across the document.On the day of the conference, he used his connections to get in, wearing a hat and a mask, hiding in the darkest corner of the auditorium.He didn’t dare get close. Didn’t dare disturb her.He could only watch, from a distance.The conference began. Alessia was on stage as one of the debate panelists.She wore a smart, dark blue suit, her hair in a neat bun. She argued fluently in multiple languages, citing precedents, her arguments sharp and compelling.Confident. Poised. Radiant.Cillian drank her in, his eyes never leaving her, as if trying to burn her image into his soul.A sharp, familiar pain stabbed at his heart.The conference ended after dark.Cillian followed from a
I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 17
After dealing with the Ricci family, Cillian’s body gave out.Old wounds, combined with chronic stress, led to a severe stomach hemorrhage. Jack had to force him into the hospital.The doctor’s face was grim. “He needs to be admitted. Complete bed rest.”Cillian lay in the hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling, his eyes empty.He refused intensive treatment, agreeing only to basic medication and an IV drip. He was essentially waiting to die.Jack couldn’t stand it. He brought Cillian his old phone.“Boss, this was your old phone… It has… a voicemail from the Madam… from Miss Alessia. Maybe… you should listen.”Cillian opened his eyes and stared at the phone for a long time before slowly reaching for it.He turned it on and went to his voicemail.There was only one message, one Alessia had left a long time ago. He’d been in a meeting, hadn’t listened, and then forgot.He pressed play.Alessia’s voice, soft and a little shy, came through the speaker.“Cillian, I won a big case today
I Became the Wife He Wanted Chapter 16
The Ricci Godfather trembled, his mouth open, but no words came out. He collapsed onto the ground in defeat.Cillian turned and walked away without a backward glance.A few days later, Zelda was forcibly sent to a high-security mental institution in the countryside.Before they could take her, she somehow escaped and made a mad dash for the Donovan manor. Security stopped her at the gate.Her hair was a mess, her face contorted with madness. She screamed at the house, “Cillian! Come out! Come out and see me! How could you do this to me! You said you’d always protect me!”Cillian watched the small, crazed figure from his window, his face a blank mask.Finally, he went downstairs.Zelda’s eyes lit up when she saw him. She tried to run to him, but the guards held her back.“Cillian! Cillian, save me! I don’t want to go to that place! I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me just this once!” She was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, a far cry from the spoiled princess she once
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