Guarding The CEO’s Heart
With every step closer, the past faded—the blood, the pain, the nights where survival mattered more than love.
Two years ago, I wasn’t sure we would make it out alive.
Today, I was walking toward forever.
The moment I reached him, he didn’t wait for the officiant.
His hands came up, cupping my face gently, reverently—like I was something fragile, something sacred.
“You’re real,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Tell me you’re real.”
I smiled through my tears. “I’m here, Xander. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.”
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