The Mafia Don's Regret
"Then I'll go ask Darius what he was trying to say."
Valerio immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. "Don't you dare! You're my wife, and you're mine."
I leaned against him, giggling.
Sunlight streamed through the boutique's glass windows, bathing us in warmth.
True happiness, I realized, was not about living in a grand estate or wearing expensive designer clothes. It was having someone who waited more than 10 long years for you, someone who saw you as a treasure, and someone who wanted to give you a real home.
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