جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

**ROSALINA P.O.V**The drive back up the mountain road was completely quiet. The trunks of both black cars were completely stuffed with the luxury boxes from the valley strip. Every time the car took a sharp turn, I could hear the expensive paper bags crinkling in the back, reminding me of exactly how much money Christopher had just spent on me.Christopher sat right next to me, his large hand still locked firmly over mine. He was looking out the window, his sharp jaw tight as he watched the thick pine trees pass by.The moment the car stopped in the courtyard, Sean and three other guards immediately began unloading the bags. They carried everything up the stone steps and straight into our grand bedroom, stacking the beautiful boxes in a neat mountain right next to the massive wooden wardrobe."Leave us," Christopher ordered Sean the moment the last box was placed on the floor."Yes, Don Romano," Sean said, bowing his head quickly before stepping out and closing the heavy bedroom door

ROSALINA P.O.VThe smoke from the airplanes was slowly drifting away across the starry night sky, but the words WILL YOU MARRY ME stayed burned into my mind. I stood in the middle of the glass greenhouse, my bare feet buried deep in the thousands of white rose petals, looking down at my left hand. The massive pear-cut diamond ring looked heavy and incredibly bright under the light of the candles. It felt like a dream.Christopher did not let go of me. His large right arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling the white tulle of my lace dress against his black suit. I could feel his heart pounding hard against his ribs."You are shaking, little bird," Christopher whispered deeply against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver with pure happiness."I am just so happy," I said, looking up into his single blue eye. The cold, scary look that usually lived on his face was completely gone. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. "The planes, the p

**ROSALINA P.O.V**The grand kitchen of the Villa smelled strongly of sharp antiseptic, bitter black coffee, and the faint, metallic scent of blood. The morning sun was high in the sky now, pouring bright light through the large windows, but nobody was looking at the view.Christopher sat heavily on a tall wooden stool in the center of the room. His bare chest was still smeared with dark soot from the gunfire outside, and his jaw was locked tight in a hard line. A long, deep gash ran across his left shoulder where the bullet had sliced through his skin.Sofia stood right beside him, her old face completely serious as she used a piece of white cloth dipped in hot water to clean the wound. Every time the cloth touched the raw red skin, Christopher’s muscles would tighten up instantly, but he did not let out a single sound. His single blue eye was fixed entirely on me as I stood near the kitchen counter, my hands trembling inside the pockets of my cream silk robe."You were lucky, Don Ro

CHRISTOPHER P.O.VThe morning sun was bright and cold when I stood in front of the bedroom mirror. I adjusted the collar of my crisp white shirt, careful not to pull too hard on my left shoulder. The white bandages underneath were clean, but my muscles were still very sore from the bullet graze. I put on my best black suit jacket, hiding the pain and the bandages completely.When I turned around, Rosalina was sitting up in the large bed. She was holding the thick white blanket close to her chest. Her beautiful brown eyes were watching me with a lot of worry.I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. I reached out and took her hand. The pear-cut diamond ring on her finger was cold against my warm palm."I am going now, little bird," I said softly, my voice very deep in the quiet room."Please be careful, Christopher," she whispered. She reached up with her free hand and touched my cheek. "Do not let them make you angry. Just use the papers and come back to me.""I am only goin

**CHRISTOPHER P.O.V**The wind coming off the valley was cool, but the hand holding mine was incredibly warm.I stood under the stone archway, the gold light of the sunset painting the white silk canopy in shades of soft orange and pink. The old priest’s voice was a low, steady rumble, reciting the ancient Latin words of the marriage blessing. But to be completely honest, I wasn't listening to a single word of the ceremony.I was staring entirely at Rosalina.The white veil fell softly over her shoulders, framing her face like a painting. In her dark hair, the little blue sapphire pin that belonged to my mother shined brightly, catching the fading light of the sun. She looked so delicate standing next to my massive, scarred frame, yet there was absolutely no fear in her eyes. Her gaze was locked onto my single blue eye with a strength that humbled me."Christopher Romano," the priest said, his kind eyes looking up from his leather book. He switched his words from Latin back to simple