Alexandria
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In less than thirty minutes, I would be walking down the aisle, officially becoming Mrs. Calloway. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within me—anxiety, excitement, joy—but predominantly, an overwhelming sense of nervousness. Ava insisted I had nothing to worry about since everything was flawless, but I needed to see it for myself before I could truly believe it.
I stood before the mirror, adorned in a breathtaking custom Aliyah Monet wedding gown. The bodice sparkled with crystals that cascaded down into the elegant white satin skirt, each facet catching the light like tiny stars scattered across a night sky. The plunging back added a daring hint of seduction to the otherwise simple yet sophisticated design, making me feel like a princess stepping into her own fairytale.
“Are you ready?” My father’s voice broke through my thoughts as he stepped into the room, his presence heavy with expectations.
“I told you, I don’t want you to walk me down the aisle,” I replied firmly, my heart racing with a mix of defiance and apprehension.
“Alexandria, are you still holding a grudge after all these months?” His tone dripped with disappointment, and I felt a familiar tension rise within me.
“Please don’t upset me,” I said, adjusting the veil that framed my face, striving to maintain my composure.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. I grabbed my bouquet of white tulips, their delicate fragrance grounding me in the moment, and closed the door behind me.
The reason I insisted on my father not walking me down the aisle wasn’t merely out of spite; it was because he had already handed me over to Christian the day he announced my marriage against my will. At first, I despised the idea, but as I got to know Christian, I realized he was everything I truly needed. I loved him more than anything.
As I approached the aisle, alone as I intended, all eyes turned to me. Ahead, I locked eyes with Christian, the luxurious backdrop of the Mediterranean Sea glistening behind him. The sun danced on the blue waters, but he was still the most breathtaking sight of all. A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I noticed him raise a hand to wipe a tear from his cheek.
“You look...” he stuttered, his voice thick with emotion. “Fuck!”
“Were you crying?” I whispered, reaching up to gently wipe away a teardrop that had escaped down his cheek.
“Just my allergies, princess,” he chuckled, the warmth in his eyes reflecting a mix of joy and vulnerability.
In that moment, all my anxieties melted away. Here we were, on the brink of forever, ready to embrace whatever came next.
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Christian
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As we stood in front of our family and friends, all I could think about was Alexandria. She looked stunning in anything, but today, I was utterly speechless by her beauty. I completely ignored the officiant’s words, lost in her radiance. From the moment she stepped down the aisle, I was completely swept away. I even shed a tear—and no, it wasn’t from my allergies.
“Now, I invite you both to express your vows. Alexandria, please share your vows with Christian,” the officiant said, snapping me out of my daydream.
“Christian,
Every day I’ve spent with you has been nothing short of extraordinary, and every second we’ve spent apart feels like a lifetime. You’ve helped me through my toughest moments—those I never shared with anyone else. I’ve entrusted my secrets to you, and you’ve kept them safe. Even when I can be a bit of a brat, you’ve pushed through the barriers I’ve built.
Christian, you’ve become not only my boyfriend and fiancé but also one of my best friends. Today, I promise to love you until I take my last breath.” Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I love you.” The words flew out of my mouth without warning, and I saw her eyes light up as those three words left my lips.
“I love you too,” she mouthed back, her sincerity washing over me like a warm wave.
“Christian, please share your vows with Alexandria.”
“Alexandria Olivia Carter, or as I call you my princess.
A while back, you asked me why I nicknamed you ‘princess,’ and if we’re being honest, I called you that because I thought you were a spoiled little princess who would throw a tantrum whenever things didn’t go your way.” I chuckled, the memory making me smile.
“But the more I got to know you, the more I realized you embody every good trait of a princess. You’re kind to those who don’t deserve your kindness. You are strong and carry yourself with so much grace, both on and off the runways of Fashion Week.
You mean the world to me, Alexandria. If I had to list my favorite moments, number three would be the day we met backstage at Aliyah’s Fashion Show. Number two would be the day you said yes to becoming Mrs. Calloway. And number one? That’s today.
Alexandria, today I promise to love you, to cherish you, and to support you for as long as I live. I love you, Alexandria Olivia Calloway.” I said, feeling her thumb grace my cheek, wiping away a stray teardrop.
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Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)
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