Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

Chapter 36: Alexandria

Alexandria

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After my unforgettable moment on the MET Gala carpet, my Instagram surged with a wave of new followers, each eager to witness my next move. Aliyah's stunning outfit became the center of attention across every social media platform, and Christian's enthusiastic support during my solo shots only deepened the spark igniting between us.

I had fallen even harder for him after that day.

Christian and I landed in France a day after the MET and headed straight into wedding planning the moment we touched down. While Ava was dealing with the final touches of the wedding, Christian and I were hosting a few close friends and family for a nice intimate dinner. My whole family and his would be in attendance, a gathering that felt both exciting and nerve-wracking.

“Wow!” Christian exclaimed, his eyes glistening as they glided over my body. I was wearing a white satin dress that hugged my curves and ended in the middle of my thighs, the fabric soft against my skin. “You look fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you, Mr. Calloway,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss, the warmth of his body igniting butterflies in my stomach.

“And in less than twenty-four hours, you’ll be Mrs. Calloway,” he murmured, pressing his lips against mine once more, a promise hanging in the air between us.

“But you’ll still have to call me princess, promise?” I asked, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.

For the last nine months, he had affectionately called me “princess,” and he hadn’t stopped a day since. Now that I thought about it, he had never given me a reason for the nickname, but I liked the way it felt—like a sweet secret between us.

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, princess,” he said, his voice low and sincere, making my heart race.

“Let’s go; we have people waiting on us,” I said, reluctantly breaking our embrace, though I wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment.

When we got downstairs, we were greeted by everyone who had been invited for the evening. I moved through the crowd, taking the time to greet each person, feeling the warmth of their smiles and the genuine excitement in their eyes. As we made our way to the backyard of Damian's lush vineyard estate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The backyard was beautifully decorated with flowers and twinkling lights, creating a magical atmosphere that felt almost surreal.

“Before we start, I just want to thank everyone for taking time out of their schedules to join us here and to celebrate with us as we take our relationship to the next stage,” Christian said, his voice steady and filled with emotion, his eyes locked with mine.

In that moment, as he spoke, I felt a rush of gratitude and love. This was more than just a dinner; it was a celebration of everything we had built together, a testament to the journey we had embarked on. I could see the pride in his expression, the way he looked at me as if I were the only person in the room, and it made my heart swell.

“I’m so grateful to have each of you here tonight,” I said, stepping up beside him, glancing around at the familiar faces of our loved ones. “Your support means the world to us.”

The evening unfolded beautifully, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the clinking of glasses. As we settled into our seats at the long table adorned with flowers and candles, I felt enveloped in warmth and love. This was exactly what I had hoped for—a night to celebrate our love surrounded by the people who mattered most.

As the conversations flowed and the food was served, I caught Christian’s gaze from across the table. He smiled at me, a look of pure happiness on his face, and I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a renewed sense of hope for our future together. The journey ahead might be complicated, but in that moment, everything felt right.