Chapter 11 - A VOW REBORN
Six months later.
The Belmonte Estate was lit up with fairy lights and thousands of white roses, completely transformed from the cold, stiff reception of their first wedding.
There were no politicians here tonight. No rival bosses. Only their closest, trusted inner circle.
Alara stood before a mirror in the bridal suite. She wore a different dress this time—a flowing, ethereal gown that showed off her flawless, unblemished skin. There were no bruises to hide. There was no terror in her eyes, only a radiant, powerful joy.
Dante walked into the room, looking devastatingly handsome in a custom black tuxedo. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
“Are you ready to do this properly?” she asked, turning around to face him, her hands resting flat against his chest.
“I’ve been ready since the moment you walked down that aisle looking like a ghost,” Dante said, his eyes softening as they only ever did for her. “I vowed to protect you. Now I want to vow to love you. In front of God, our friends, and anyone else who cares to watch.”
They walked out into the garden hand in hand. There was no fear in her steps, only the confident stride of a mafia queen walking beside her king.
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When they exchanged their vows under the starlight, Alara’s voice didn’t tremble. Her “I do” was a fierce, passionate declaration. And when Dante kissed her, she didn't freeze. She pulled him closer, her hands tangling in his dark hair, entirely consumed by the man who had seen her darkest nightmare and destroyed it.
The business arrangement was over. The empire was secure. But the love story of Dante and Alara Moretti was only just beginning.
