LOGINSerena’s POV The plane touched down at the airport, and I held Roman’s hand tightly, my heart beating fast with excitement. Paris. Our first stop on the honeymoon. The city of love waited for us. Roman smiled at me, his dark eyes sparkling. He pulled me close as we grabbed our bags and stepped into the crisp morning air. We took a taxi to our hotel in the heart of the city, near the Seine River. The driver chatted in broken English, pointing out landmarks. I pressed my face to the window, watching the wide streets and old buildings zoom by. Roman's arm wrapped around my shoulders. His warmth made me feel safe and giddy all at once. Our room was on the fifth floor, with a balcony overlooking the rooftops. As soon as the door clicked shut, Roman spun me around and kissed me hard. His lips crushed mine, hungry and full of promise. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest. He backed me against the wall, his body pinning me there. I could feel his cock hardening against my th
Roman’s POV I stood there in the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. My hands shook a little, not from nerves exactly, but from this bubbling excitement that wouldn't settle. Serena was at home, getting ready with her bridesmaids. I had gone out earlier in the morning to get a few things done, then I went to met the guys to get ready for the day. My chest tighten in the best way. Today was the day. Our day. The start of forever with the woman who had turned my world upside down in all the right ways. The ceremony was set in Central Park. We planned it to be simple but perfect. I stepped out of the car with my best man, Jake. The sun hit my face, warm and soft. The air smelled like fresh grass mixed with the busy city, but my eyes went straight to the arch ahead. It was covered in white flowers, Serena had chosen them herself. She loved lilies. She once said they reminded her of purity and new beginnings. I smiled to myself, imagining her walking down t
Serena’s POV The days after our white wedding passed in a happy blur, full of laughter, quiet moments, and just enjoying being married. Before we knew it, it was time for the second part of our wedding. My stomach fluttered with excitement as we drove to the airport. Emma sat beside me in the back of the SUV, talking nonstop about the beaches in Spain and all the things we were going to do there. I laughed, listening to her, her excitement making everything feel even more real. Up front, Roman sat with his friend, the two of them chatting easily about random things, their voices calm and relaxed. Behind us, another car followed, carrying a few close friends and family members who were joining us. It was going to be small and intimate, just the people closest to us. And somehow, that made it feel even more special. We pulled up to the private terminal, the car coming to a smooth stop. Roman’s jet was already waiting on the tarmac, sleek and shining under the bright sun. The pilot
Serena’s POV I woke up to the sun pouring through the curtains like a warm hug. Outside my window, New York City buzzed softly, cars honking in the distance, birds chirping on the fire escape. It was my wedding day, and the sky was clear and blue, not a single cloud in sight. I stretched under the soft sheets, a flutter rising in my stomach, the good kind, mixed with nerves. Roman wasn’t beside me. He had slipped out early, just like he said he would, whispering the night before that he had a few last-minute things to handle. I smiled softly at the empty space where he usually lay, my fingers brushing over the pillow as I missed his warmth already. The clock on the nightstand read 7:15 a.m. My makeup artist would be arriving soon, so I pushed the covers back and made my way to the bathroom, the cool tile grounding me. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as steam slowly filled the room. Stepping under the spray, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth settle
Serena’s POV I woke up that morning with my head spinning, just like every day for the past few months. The wedding preparations had taken over my entire life. From the moment I opened my eyes, my mind raced with checklists, phone calls, and endless emails. It was all I thought about, all I talked about, all I breathed. The big day was just weeks away now, and the excitement mixed with a knot of stress in my stomach that never quite went away. Roman helped when he could, but his work kept him traveling, so most nights I collapsed on the couch, surrounded by fabric swatches and seating charts. Now, with the big day so close, most things were falling into place. But the chaos had left me exhausted, my feet aching from endless errands, my mind a jumble of to-dos. Emma has been super helpful too. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She’s been there for me throughout this whole process, and I’m really grateful for that. But today, I needed a break from it all. I was meeti
Roman’s POV I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my office chair, staring at the stack of papers on my desk. It had been like this every day since we got back from that amazing trip to Italy. Work had hit me like a truck. Meetings one after another, phone calls that never ended, emails piling up faster than I could delete them. My calendar was a mess of colors, red for urgent client calls, blue for team updates, green for strategy sessions. I glanced at the clock on my wall; it was already past six in the evening, and I still had reports to review before I could even think about leaving. I could have my employees do some things, but I prefer to do them myself. I picked up my coffee mug, but it was cold, just like the third one I'd had today. The office around me was quieting down. Most of my employees had headed home hours ago, their desks empty except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant click of keyboards from the floor below. I missed Serena. She was knee-deep in w
Roman’s POV I stood there leaning on the arm of the couch in the living room, phone in my hand, scrolling through a couple of last-minute emails for tonight’s dinner. My suit hugged me just right, the white shirt underneath crisp and open a little at the collar so you could see a bit of my tanne
Serena’s POV The crowd moved aside a little as I walked through, my heels clicking on the shiny floor. Roman didn’t look back even once. He walked quickly and with purpose, his shoulders tight and his hands clenched at his sides. I hurried to keep up, the bottom of my dress brushing against my le
Serena’s POV I sat on the edge of the couch in Roman's living room, staring out the window at the late afternoon sun dipping low over the city skyline. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room that made everything feel a little softer, a little less harsh
Serena’s POV I woke up to soft sunlight coming through the curtains. It was the weekend, so we had slept a little longer than usual. Even though we were still a bit tired, we got out of bed to get ready for the gym. Roman was already up, stretching, by the time I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. H







