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Chapter SIX

作者: B . A Lumina
last update 最終更新日: 2024-12-13 17:36:25

CHAPTER SIX

 

Alexander POV

 

I catch her in my arms before she falls face flat on the floor, “Elena, wake up”

I tap her shoulders, the driver pulling the door open

 

“We will get you to the hospital in no time,” I tell her unmoving body, the elevator door pings as a man walks in, closing it as we drive away, we are almost at the hospital when her groggy voice fills my ears.

 

“What, what's happening” she stammers, her eyes pulling open, rubbing her head as I try to help her up.

 

“Are you okay Elena?” my fingers grab her chin, my face close to hers

 

“I’m fine I think” she backs away, “what happened? Where are we going?”

 

“You fainted,” I say as the car comes to a stop in front of the hospital

 

She frowns “Yeah, everything turned white and I just fell” she winches turning to the hospital building “I don't want to go there” She turns to me eyes wide in panic.

 

“That's fine, but you need to rest” I make her comfortable, my forehead scrunched in worry.

 

“The wedding, we still have to do it” She rises staring at me, confidence on her face.

 

“Are you sure?” I say to her, my voice deep and low.

 

“I’m sure” she sends me a small smile easing my worry.

 

“Let's go to the registry” I turn to the driver my eyes immediately moving back to her in concern.

 

Soon we reach the registry and I pull out a few things for her.

 

“What's that?” she frowns peeking into the paper

 

“These are documents for you, affidavits and some important documents to allow this to happen” the driver pulls the car door open prompting us to step out and into the courthouse.

 

“How did you get it done without me even knowing?” she frowns pushing herself out of the car and standing next to me.

 

“I have my ways, Elena, I'm quite a powerful man” I turn slightly to her, the wind blowing in my hair.

 

“How powerful are we talking here?” she turns to me, the wind blowing her luscious hair and her pink lips looking at me and begging for a kiss.

 

I hold that thought back, “Enough to get you anything you want in the world” We step forward entering the courthouse.

 

She frowns deeply, “What if I want a man dead?” she raises a brow

 

I shrug, “We are in a courthouse, we can't discuss this, but give me a name and you will have their head” I turn away from her, a smirk pushing on my lips as I witness her shocked face.

 

I think she will fit into the Mafia family really well.

 

ELENA POV

 

“I Elena, take you, Alexander Bianchi to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish and obey, till death do us part and there so I pledge to you my faithfulness,” I say the words, he pulls out two beautiful rings, they seem old and ancestral, the emerald wrapping the gold band delicately I grab his band placing it on his fingers waiting for him to continue his vows

 

“I Alexander Bianchi, take you, Elena, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, till death do us part I pledge to you my faithfulness,” he says fixing the emerald band around my fingers

 

“I now pronounce you Husband and wife” the priest calls out “You may now kiss your bride”

 

My heart races in my chest as Alexander moves closer, his face hovers over mine, his breath touching my face, his lips hang over mine, and slowly like a feather, they touch mine, I can almost feel the blood in my veins burst, his lips mesh with mine, and like a stronghold they unite, soft, wet and possessing.

 

His fingers grab my waist pulling me closer, the cough from the priests separates us.

 

“You can get the marriage certificate from the desk out front, thank you” he nods at us.

 

My eyes wide I turn away from him, what did I just do? Kiss him with my entire soul just now?

 

“Let's go, we have a dinner to attend” Alexander grabs my wrist in his finger delicately and we walk towards the booth.

 

“We didn't take any picture, now who is going to believe you just got married?” I turn to Alexander as we walk out of the courthouse.

 

“We have a marriage certificate” he raises a brow at me, stopping and dusting off his suit.

 

“Alex” I call out his name, I have to get comfortable with him if I'm going to deceive everyone into believing we are in love.

 

“Hey!” he calls a man passing by us, “Can you take a picture of me and my wife? He hands him his phone

 

“Please” I add, turning to look at Alexander who doesn't care if we were polite or not.

 

“Yeah sure, say “Happy married life” he yells out but we keep quiet posing for the picture.

 

“We need to print this out,” I say as we settle in the car, staring down at the picture, for as well as I know, this is the only picture I have, a new memory made.

 

“Whatever you want Elena” he sends me a nod with a smile turning back to the window, his phone rings and he gets engrossed In a call.

 

I turn to the window, “Wait we are not going back to the hotel, where are we going? I turn back to him

 

“Family dinner with my family, I'm going to introduce you to the Bianchi and the Bianchi Cartel” he drops the phone giving me his full undivided attention.

 

“Bianchi cartel?” I say shocked

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