My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

EmmelineI stand before the three-way mirror when it hits me.Holy shit, I'm getting married."You look absolutely radiant," Caterina says softly from behind me."Asher won't be able to breathe when he sees you."I catch her reflection in the mirror and feel my heart squeeze.The irony isn't lost on me.Here is the woman who had once been forced into an engagement with my fiancé, now serving as my maid of honor and dearest friend."I still can't believe this is real," I whisper."Six months ago, I still thought I'd lost everything. Now...""Now you're marrying the man you love, your brother is free and cleared of all charges, and you're about to become the happiest woman alive," Caterina finishes."You deserve this happiness, Emmeline. You've fought for it, bled for it, and earned every moment of joy that's coming your way."I turn to face her fully, taking her hands in mine."Are you sure about this? I know this situation might be... complicated for you."Caterina's laugh is warm and

JacksonToday is the day before Daddy and Mama get married, and everyone's acting funny.Like they're all holding their breath and trying to smile extra big at the same time.I'm sitting on the front steps with my stuffed lion, watching Uncle Bruce check all the windows again.He's done it three times already this morning, and each time he gets that serious look that means he's thinking really hard about something.Uncle Bruce isn't the smartest grown-up I know, but he's the one who makes me feel safest. Except for daddy of course."Jackson, buddy, you ready for the big day?"Uncle Bruce comes over and sits beside me, his big hands gentle when he ruffles my hair."I think so," I say, then look up at him with my most serious face."Uncle Bruce, why are you checking the windows so much?"He gets that look adults get when they're trying to figure out how to talk to me like I'm little but not stupid."Just making sure everything's perfect for your parents' wedding, kiddo.""Are you worrie

SebastianThe reception hall glows with warm amber light, and I can’t help but smile as I watch my sister spin in Asher's arms on the dance floor."Uncle Sebastian!" Jackson's voice cuts through my reverie as he tugs on my jacket."It's time for your speech!""Right, little man. Hopefully I won’t embarrass your mama too much."I make my way to the front of the room, accepting the microphone from the DJ.The conversations die down as I tap it gently."Most of you know me," I begin, my voice carrying across the room."I'm Sebastian, the brother who missed five years of Emmeline's life because our justice system isn't always just."A few people in the crowd shift uncomfortably, but I press on.This needs to be said."I spent those years angry. Bitter. Convinced that fairness was a fairy tale we told children." I find Emmeline's eyes across the room.She’s watching me with that expression she wore as a kid when I helped her with homework.Proud and a little worried I might go off script.

EmmelineI stretch lazily in the massive bed, silk sheets pooling around my waist as I watch Asher move around the roomHe’s already dressed in dark jeans and a white linen shirt that makes his olive skin glow."Buongiorno, mia moglie," he says, turning to catch me watching him.The Italian rolls off his tongue like music, and something in my chest flutters."My wife," I translate, proud of myself for remembering yesterday's lesson."I like the sound of that."He crosses to the bed, leaning down to kiss me thoroughly."You're a quick study. Ready for our tour of the village?""In a minute," I say, pulling him down for another kiss."I'm still adjusting to having you all to myself."The smile he gives me is soft and full of wonder, like he's still amazed by our happiness too."Speaking of..." I reach for my phone on the nightstand."We should call Jackson before we head out. It's almost his bedtime back home."Asher's expression immediately brightens.For all that we're reveling in our

SebastianThe family has settled into new evening routines.Jackson has his bath with Asher while Emmeline naps on the couch, hand resting protectively on her belly.Caterina’s still here at Emmeline’s insistence, and can usually be found reading in the garden.I’m in my office, going through the files I've been compiling for my new FBI role.The corruption case we've built against Morrison is just the tip of the iceberg.The more I dig, the more I find evidence of international connections, money laundering operations that span continents, political corruption that reaches levels I've never imagined.My phone buzzes with a text from my new FBI contact.Can you come in tomorrow? We've discovered something about the Vescari family that changes everything.I stare at the message, ice forming in my veins.The Vescari family is supposed to be finished.I close my eyes, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders.Just when we think we can have peace, just when Emmeline is