Chapter 273 Nathan Cain approached wedding planning with the same ruthless, terrifying focus he once used to dismantle multi-billion dollar companies. In the past, his war room was filled with monitors, secret files, and grim-faced bodyguards. Now, it was filled with silk swatches, floral arrangements, and stacks of ivory cardstock. I watched him from the sofa, a book forgotten in my lap. He was pacing the length of the living room, a tablet in one hand and a phone pressed to his ear. “No, the ivory is too dull,” he said, his voice firm and commanding. “It looks like old paper. She likes warm tones. Soft gold. And I want the flowers to be real—freshly cut, delivered the morning of. If a single petal is wilted, send the whole batch back.” I couldn't help but smile. It was strange and wonderful to see this side of him. The man who had faced down assassins was currently arguing over the shade of a tablecloth. “She,” I said lightly, catching his eye, “is sitting right here. And
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