Chapter 19 - The King’s VowThe wedding was small, quiet, and entirely private—held on a secluded stretch of the Massachusetts coast as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant strokes of gold and violet.
There were no media cameras, no corporate executives, and no federal agents.
Just Marcus, a few loyal guards, and the gentle roar of the ocean waves.
As I walked down the makeshift aisle in a simple, elegant dress, Dominic stood waiting at the altar, wearing a tailored black suit, his dark eyes locked entirely on me as if the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.
When I reached his side, he took my hands in his. His palms were warm, calloused, and impossibly strong—the same hands that had gripped my wrist on that stormy night in Room 412, demanding that I don't let him leave.
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“I promise,” Dominic said quietly, his voice carrying the deep, unwavering conviction of a man who had stared into the abyss and chosen to fight his way back just to find me, “to never leave your side. In the silence, in the storm, and in the light.”
“And I promise,” I replied, smiling through my tears, “to always listen when you speak.”
