Chapter 8 - The Billionaire Mafia Boss Asked the Former Maid to Stay Forever
Vincent proposed in the same medical wing where she had saved him.
There were no reporters.
No crowds.
No diamonds the size of ice cubes.
Just the two of them.
He held a simple ring.
“Anna.”
She looked at him.
“I need to ask you something.”
“You're nervous.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I've faced armed men.”
She smiled.
“And?”
“This scares me more.”
He knelt.
“I love you.”
She covered her mouth.
“I know my past is complicated.”
“Yes.”
“I know my name comes with things you never asked for.”
“Yes.”
“I know I can't promise you'll never be in danger.”
She frowned.
“You'd better promise to try.”
He smiled.
“I promise.”
He held up the ring.
“Will you marry me?”
She cried.
“Yes.”
He stood.
She kissed him.
Then laughed.
“I'm still not moving into your giant bedroom.”
“You aren't.”
“Why?”
“Because I built us a house.”
She stared.
“Where?”
“Near the coast.”
“Small?”
He hesitated.
“Define small.”
She laughed.
“Vincent.”
“Fine.”
The house had six rooms.
She called it excessive.
He called it reasonable.
Their wedding was intimate.
No mafia symbolism.
No guns.
No secret meetings.
Only family.
Anna's brother Noah gave a speech.
“I owe Vincent my education.”
Vincent shook his head.
“You earned it.”
Noah laughed.
“My sister disagrees.”
Anna looked at him.
“You absolutely need to stop talking.”
Everyone laughed.
The wedding ended at midnight.
Anna and Vincent stood on the terrace.
The ocean was quiet.
Vincent looked at her.
“Happy?”
“Yes.”
“Regrets?”
“Only one.”
“What?”
“I should have charged you more for saving your life.”
He laughed.
“How much?”
“Double.”
“I can pay.”
She kissed him.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you already gave me something better.”
May you like
“What?”
“A future.”
