BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 46: Shadows Of The Past

Chapter 46: Shadows Of The Past

The first light of morning streamed through our bedroom window, heralding a day of change. Today marked the end of clandestine love and the beginning of our public life as a married couple. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation mixed with a dash of nerves through me.

I stood before the full-length mirror in our bedroom, scrutinizing my reflection. The dress I had chosen for this pivotal evening was a fusion of elegance and sensuality - a cascade of silk and lace that clung gracefully to my curves, whispering secrets with every movement. The fabric's subtle sheen caught the light, illuminating my skin with a soft, ethereal glow.

Descending the staircase, each step felt like a journey towards a new beginning. The click of my heels on the hardwood floor echoed rhythmically, like a heartbeat steadily gaining momentum. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Luke waiting for me. He stood there, a vision of sophistication in his meticulously tailored suit. The fabric accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame, while the tie he had chosen complemented the color of my dress - a silent testament to the thoughtful details he always paid attention to.

The moment he looked up and saw me, his expression transformed. It was as if he were seeing me for the first time, his eyes wide with an emotion that bordered on reverence. The corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his effort to maintain composure, and his gaze held a depth of desire and admiration that sent a warm flush spreading across my cheeks.

"Christ, Emily. You look breathtaking," escaped his lips, his voice a tender murmur charged with emotion.

A smile danced on my lips, my heart performing an elated ballet. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Walton," I teased, my eyes drinking in his figure. He always had this power to captivate me with his looks, but tonight, he exuded an aura of pride and joy that amplified his allure. "Can't believe you're all mine," I whispered, my heart swelling with a love so profound it felt almost tangible.

Our arrival at the restaurant felt like stepping into a spotlight. The hush that fell over the room, the discreet yet unmistakable stares - they all underscored the significance of this moment. We were no longer a secret.

A server approached, the perfect blend of refinement and curiosity. "Good evening, Mr. Walton and Ms..." he began, but Luke promptly corrected him.

"Mrs. Walton," he stated, a sense of pride resonating in his voice. His grip on my hand tightened, silently affirming our bond.

Surrounded by the restaurant's romantic ambiance, the flickering candlelight and the soft melodies of a piano set the scene for our intimate evening. Our clasped hands were a testament to the depth of our connection.

Luke's gaze held mine, his whisper intimate and sincere. "You're stunning, Emily. I feel like the luckiest man alive every time I look at you."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow teasingly. "And here I thought you were just lucky to have a wife who can tolerate your ego."

He chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "Ah, but it's a small price to pay for waking up to this handsome face every day". Pointing fingers to his face.

I laughed, the sound mingling with the soft music of the restaurant. "You do have a point. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Luke leaned in closer. "Remember when we first met? You bumped into me, and all I could think was how much I wanted you. I was this close to suggesting something wildly inappropriate."

I chuckled, feigning shock. "Really, Mr. Walton? And what might that have been?"

He smirked, "Well, let's just say it involved finding the nearest hotel room and exploring the... ahem, chemistry between us."