All Chapters of Married by Fate, Broken by Love: Chapter 231 - Chapter 236

Dylan's POVThe penthouse had never been louder.By nine o'clock the next morning, every room seemed occupied by someone carrying flowers, garment bags, ribbon samples, or a clipboard with a schedule that Martha had somehow created overnight. She moved through the apartment with remarkable confidence, issuing instructions as though she had been planning luxury weddings her entire life. Eleanor remained close behind her, gently refining each ambitious idea into something practical while quietly preventing complete chaos from taking over. I stood in the kitchen making coffee for everyone, watching the scene unfold with amused disbelief. For years my home had been a place of quiet efficiency where every object remained exactly where I left it. Now laughter echoed down every hallway, flower petals decorated the dining table, and the living room resembled the headquarters of an exceptionally determined wedding planner. Strangely enough, I had never loved the apartment more.Aliya wandered

Aliya's POVThe envelope trembled gently between my fingers as I unfolded the first page. For a long moment, I simply stared at my father's handwriting, unable to read another word because seeing those familiar strokes brought back memories I had spent years trying to hold onto. It felt as though he had reached across time itself, placing one final conversation into my hands. I closed my eyes briefly, inhaled slowly, and began reading.**My Darling Daughter,****If you are reading this, then tomorrow someone will have the privilege of promising to love you for the rest of his life. Before anything else, I want you to know how incredibly proud I am of the woman you have become.**A tear slipped quietly down my cheek.**I know there were days when you questioned whether you were strong enough. I also know there were nights when you probably believed you were completely alone. If I could change anything about your journey, it would only be that. I would have spared you the loneliness. Bu

Aliya's POVThe applause echoed through the chapel long after Dylan's lips left mine.For several wonderful seconds, neither of us moved.His forehead rested gently against mine while our hands remained intertwined, and I became vaguely aware that everyone around us was smiling, laughing, and wiping away tears. The officiant chuckled softly before stepping aside, giving us a quiet moment that somehow made the entire ceremony feel even more personal. Dylan looked at me with the same expression he had worn the day he proposed beneath this very roof, only now there was something different in his eyes. The uncertainty that had haunted us for so long had disappeared completely. In its place was a deep, peaceful certainty that neither of us had to search for anymore. We had finally arrived exactly where we were meant to be."My wife," he whispered, almost as though he were testing the words for the very first time.The title sent a pleasant shiver through me.I smiled so widely that my chee