LOGINEMILY GRAYSON'S The final touches took nearly another hour.Every curl was adjusted with painstaking care. Every crystal was checked to ensure it caught the light perfectly. My veil was smoothed, my train carefully arranged, and the last traces of powder were brushed delicately across my skin.No one rushed.Today deserved perfection.One by one, the stylists slowly stepped back, silently admiring the masterpiece they had created.Finally, the head stylist smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction."Done."The single word settled over the room like a blessing.For a heartbeat, no one spoke.Slowly, I rose from the chair.The cathedral-length train of my gown flowed gracefully across the polished marble floor, whispering softly with every step. Intricate ivory lace shimmered beneath the warm morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows, while thousands of hand-sewn crystals scattered tiny stars of light across the room each time I moved.One of the assistants approached carefu
EMILY GRAYSON'S For a long moment after Alex disappeared over the balcony, I simply stood there, smiling like a fool. I could still feel the warmth of his embrace lingering around me.His last kiss.His smile.His promise."The next time I see you... you'll be walking toward me in that dress."A flutter of excitement danced through my chest.I glanced at the antique clock resting on the mantel.Five minutes."Oh no."If Erina had said five minutes, she meant exactly five minutes. Knowing her, she was probably already timing me. Laughing softly to myself, I hurried into the bathroom.The marble floor was cool beneath my bare feet as I stepped inside. Morning sunlight streamed through the frosted windows, filling the room with a soft golden glow.I quickly turned on the shower. Warm water poured over me, washing away the last traces of sleep.As I stood beneath the cascading water, I closed my eyes for just a moment.A thousand memories rushed through my mind.The day I first met Alex.I
EMILY GRAYSON'S I woke slowly, suspended somewhere between dreams and reality. The first rays of dawn slipped quietly into the bedroom, bathing everything in soft gold. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, endless vineyards stretched across the rolling hills, every row of vines glowing beneath the morning light. Tiny drops of dew clung to emerald leaves like scattered diamonds, sparkling each time the breeze stirred them. Marble fountains in the gardens caught the sunrise, their crystal waters shimmering beneath the awakening sky. The Antonio estate had never looked more beautiful.Today… It wasn't a fortress surrounded by armed guards and towering gates. It wasn't the headquarters of one of Italy's most powerful mafia families.Today...It was a wedding venue. A place filled with flowers instead of weapons. With music instead of strategy meetings. With laughter instead of whispered warnings. Today was the day everyone had waited months for. And today… I was going to marry the love
EMILY GRAYSON'S Sleep refused to come.No matter how many times I turned over beneath the silk sheets.No matter how many pillows I hugged in an attempt to fill the empty space beside me.No matter how many times I closed my eyes and reminded myself that tomorrow would be the happiest day of my life.Sleep simply wouldn't come.The room felt...Too quiet.Too empty.Too unfamiliar without him.I lay on my back, staring up at the ornate ceiling while the antique clock mounted on the wall ticked steadily through the silence.Tick.Tick.Tick.Moonlight streamed through the open balcony doors, spilling across the bedroom in soft shades of silver and blue.Outside, the vineyards stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, their leaves swaying gently in the warm summer breeze.The fountains in the gardens murmured quietly in the distance.After days of endless preparations, decorators, planners, florists, and guests filling every corner of the estate...The mansion had finally fallen aslee
EMILY GRAYSON'S The week disappeared faster than either of us expected. One moment there had been endless checklists, final fittings, floral arrangements, and seating charts... Then next… The wedding was only a day away. The Antonio estate had been transformed into something that looked as though it belonged in a fairy tale. Because the after party will happen here. Thousands of white roses bloomed throughout the gardens. Crystal chandeliers had been suspended beneath elegant glass marquees overlooking the vineyards. The marble fountain at the center of the courtyard overflowed with floating candles and flower petals. Staff hurried from sunrise until well after midnight, putting the finishing touches on every last detail. Luxury cars came and went through the estate gates carrying decorators, musicians, pastry chefs, florists, photographers, and wedding planners. Everywhere I looked...Someone was smiling. Someone was celebrating. Someone was counting down the hours. Tomorrow...
EMILY GRAYSON'S I couldn't stop looking at my reflection. It still didn't feel real. The woman staring back at me stood beneath the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, wrapped in layers of ivory satin and delicate French lace. Tiny pearls shimmered across the bodice every time the light caught them, while the cathedral train flowed elegantly behind me like a river of silk.I can barely recognized the person staring back at me in the mirror now. She looked...Radiant, Peaceful, HappyNot the frightened. Haunted. Broken girl.But the woman before me now… She looked hopeful. She looked like someone who had finally found her way home. A smile slowly spread across my lips.One week. Just one more week. Seven days from now. I would walk down the aisle and marry the man I loved. The thought alone sent a flutter of excitement racing through my chest. The head seamstress made one final adjustment near the hem before slowly standing. She stepped back, studying every angle with the critica
***Emily Grayson's"***It's been a week of me moping around in my apartment. I can't seem to stop these stupid tears. Throughout the days, Jack has been calling me nonstop and texting me—messages that I haven't even tried to read. Some messages are from Lexi, my best friend. I couldn't tell h
***ALEXANDER'S ***“What are you going to do about the money?” Raphael asked again, leaning back into the plush seat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he exhaled a thin plume of smoke. I followed suit, letting out a calming breath as the rich aroma enveloped us. “I’ll find it,
**ALEXANDER**“Alexander,” she whimpered. I kept thrusting in and out with my tongue, then went back to sucking her clit until she finally came on my face, screaming my name. Her face lazily turned looking down at me. Her lips were parted; her breathing was out of control.“You taste s
***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved







