Chapter 6 - The Wedding Bargain That Became Something Real
The wedding was supposed to be political.
It became personal.
Chicago watched.
The Whitmore name was falling.
The Volkov name was rising.
Everyone expected a power marriage.
Only Adrien and I knew it was something else.
Before the ceremony, he came to my room.
He stopped at the door.
“You look beautiful.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Good.”
I smiled.
“That's a strange thing to say.”
“Nervous means you understand the decision matters.”
I looked at my dress.
“Do you ever regret choosing me?”
“No.”
He didn't hesitate.
“Not even for a second?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I watched you lose everything and still refuse to become cruel.”
Tears filled my eyes.
He stepped closer.
“Your scars aren't what happened to you.”
I looked at him.
“What are they?”
“What you survived.”
We married.
No extravagant promises.
No performance.
Just truth.
The reception was interrupted by a final attack.
The old Whitmore enemies came for the trust.
But this time I wasn't alone.
Victoria stood beside me.
Ethan protected Noah, who had become part of my life through our complicated family connections.
Rocco secured the exits.
Adrien stood at my side.
The fight ended quickly.
The attackers were arrested.
And afterward, my grandfather finally returned.
He walked slowly into the ballroom.
Everyone froze.
I ran to him.
He hugged me.
“I’m sorry.”
I cried.
“So am I.”
“For what?”
“For spending so long believing you had forgotten me.”
He smiled.
“I never did.”
He looked at Adrien.
“You kept your promise.”
Adrien nodded.
“Always.”
My grandfather gave me the trust documents.
“You're ready.”
I shook my head.
“I don't want the empire.”
He smiled.
“Good.”
“What?”
“The trust was never meant to belong to someone who wanted power.”
He looked at Adrien.
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“Use it to rebuild what your father started.”
And so I did.
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