𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗦 {Slow update}

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 7

Eveline

Few years ago, I thought I would never be able to walk down the aisle in my wedding gown and pronounce my vows. Yet here I was, still mesmerized after my first kiss with my husband, Alaric Donovan.

Life was indeed a complex masterpiece. Never had I ever thought I would become his wife. And as silly as it may seemed, I was starting to enjoy the idea of me being bound to him for the rest of our lives.

And I was for a fact enjoying watching Alaric's annoyed face when he found out our wedding reception was based of some of the Irish culture. Our culture.

"Who planned this reception?" He whispered, as he stared at the tunnel of hurley sticks held by the men of the family, waiting for us to pass underneath.

"Elena and I did. However you can obviously leave if you don't like the i
Irish type reception. I won't mind at all." I replied, interlinking my arm in his.

The corner of his lips tilted into a smirk as he gently pressed his other hand over mine, leaning closer to my ears.

"I'd rather be part of this ceremony even if I hate parties than getting my beautiful wife disappointed."

Oh-

Biting off my smile, I tried to focus on the party rather than his comment when suddenly a thought crossed my mind.

Yes, Alaric did agree to marry me.

But was he actually happy like he pretended to be with this marriage of inconvenience between us?

"You both are scared to celebrate your marriage?" Alana's voice broke in my thoughts and I smiled at her.

Apparently my bridesmaids were more impatient for the reception than I was myself.

"Are you ready to pass underneath this alley?"

"I can't believe I will have to bow to do it." Alaric replied, his ego definitely hurt and this was what I seemed to enjoy, hurting his ego and arrogance.

"Well at least you're not on your knees." I whispered and immediately regretted what I said.

But hopefully he didn't say anything and only smirked in return.

Holding me close to him, we crossed the alley, entering the hall, with the guests clapping around us.

Arranged marriage or not, we had to pretend we were in love with each other.

Because not everyone knew our story.

Elena rushed towards us, handing over the celtic knots rings to us.

"I know you both have your wedding rings but these are the traditional rings and," facing Alaric, she glared at him and added, "Alaric, you better not refuse this. My sister always wanted to wear this ring for her wedding."

Elena, she was truly my little fighter, always there for me. And by the way she spoke to Alaric, I knew she was already missing me before I even left to my husband's house.

"I didn't have the intention to refuse it anyway." Alaric whispered, taking my ring and held my hand in his.

He carefully removed the wedding rings we exchanged earlier and he slid the traditional ring in my finger and I did the same for him. I was more than happy he didn't protest to wear this ring. Instead, he seemed patient and careful.

The irish music playing around us, everybody came to congratulate us. Most of them knew both my father and Alaric as they were the most powerful Underbosses under Rowan's reign while me, all I had to do was smile at the guests, oblivious of their identities.

The night went on smoothly but I was bored of the accolade with people I was not used to. As the daughter of an influential mafia Underboss, I knew my roles when it came to meeting the people of our society.

And now that I was married to another powerful man, the roles had doubled and it was exhausting.

Watching Elena vibing with the irish music playing around us, I motioned her to come closer and she did. Stealing a glance at Alaric speaking to one of the men along with Rowan, I stepped closer to her and whispered,

"I imagined a party as my reception. Not this."

A mischievous smile enlightened her face as she handed over a glass of red wine over to me.

"Then let's party. It's your wedding, who can stop you."

"Well, you know I should be respectable and stuffs." I sighed and she rolled her eyes at me, turning to Alana enjoying herself on the dance floor.

"Look at her. She's the wife of the Big Boss himself yet she doesn't care about anything. She's carefree and anyone who'd dare talk against her will face Rowan's wrath."

"That's because they're a married couple in love with each other. There's no love between me and the man you see there."

"You're right. But that doesn't mean he'll let anyone judge you right...." she muttered winking at me before heading straight to Alaric.

And before I could stop her, she already brought him to me.

"It's such a shame you're leaving your wife alone when you should be dancing with her."

Alaric's gaze went back and forth between us, a smirk making its way across his face.

"I don't dance." He shrugged, making me glare at him.

Giving him a provocative look, I gulped down the wine, enjoying the burn down my throat.

Something flashed in his green eyes but it was quickly gone and I almost missed it.

"It's fine if you don't dance. A bride on the dance floor doesn't dance alone for long." I whispered, hoping neither him or Elena heard what I said but by the way she almost spilled her drink, it was more than obvious both of them heard me.

Wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, he pulled me close to him, his breath feathering over my face.

"You're not going there alone."

Leading me to the dance floor, the other couples surrounded us, making us become the centre of attention as the music switched to a romantic one.

Challenging him with the look I gave him, I didn't expect him to hold my waist so tightly yet so softly and lead the dance like he'd been practicing for years.

Our bodies falling in a perfect symphony with the melody of the music, I would have never imagined provocating him would get him do anything I wanted.

But it was good that way.....

"You're actually a good dancer." I said, as he held me so close to him, his eyes way too intense for me to hold eye contact.

"I heard that my wife enjoyed dancing as much as she enjoyed playing the piano."

I wondered how he found out about this but then I remembered Alana or Elena must have told him. They were the only ones who knew I loved dancing.

And someone else .....

"If you're trying to impress me Alaric, then I'm sorry to say, you'll have to do more."

A low chuckle vibrated within his chest, his gaze softening as he looked down at me.

"I know I married a rebel. I'll go with it."

Now I had to admit, that made me smile. At least he knew I was aware of who I was.

And this was enough to understand that he knew I could be stronger than him.

"Oh lover of mine,
Take me home with you,
And let me make you mine..."
~E

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