Fatally Yours

Chapter 72

~1 Month Later~

•INDIANA•

The rhythmic hum of the limousine's tires against the cobblestone streets mingled with the faint sound of distant sirens.

I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the streetlights blur into streaks of golden light as we drove through the quiet streets of Sighișoara.

The crisp night breeze filtered through a small crack in the window, calming the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

The sudden wail of police sirens pierced the air behind us, growing louder as they approached. I tensed for a moment, my hand clutching the edge of my dress.

But I quickly reminded myself that this wasn't a night for fear—it was a night for joy. The sirens weren't a threat but part of the security detail ensuring that nothing could ruin this moment.

It wasn't conventional to have a wedding in the middle of the night, but I didn't care. Sighișoara held a special place in my heart, and there was something magical about its medieval charm under the cover of darkness.

The soft glow of the streetlights and the serene silence of the town felt like a dream, a perfect backdrop for the beginning of forever.

The limo came to a gradual stop, and the driver stepped out to open my door. I took a deep breath, my hands smoothing the fabric of my gown, and then carefully stepped out.

The night air greeted me, and I took a moment to gather myself before straightening to take in the sight ahead.

The center of the municipality was breathtaking, transformed into a wonderland of twinkling lights and vibrant flowers that draped across the square in elegant arrangements.

The fountain in the center glistened under the soft light, and the night sky stretched endlessly above, scattered with stars.

My eyes traveled forward to the altar, where Dominik stood, waiting. My breath hitched.

He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit, the sharp lines and elegant fit enhancing the aura of power and confidence he carried so effortlessly. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes sparkled with an intensity that made my heart skip.

The crowd was enormous—more than I had anticipated. It felt as if the entire country had gathered to witness this moment.

Dominik's reputation and the respect he commanded had drawn everyone to celebrate this night with us. The square was packed, yet it didn't feel suffocating; it felt alive, buzzing with anticipation and joy.

The bodyguards formed a line at my sides as I stepped away from the limo, their presence a subtle reminder of the world Dominik and I were tied to. Two of them fell into step behind me, ensuring I walked with ease and grace toward the altar.

As I moved forward, my emotions began to swirl inside me. I thought of my parents, how they should've been here for this moment. My mother's proud smile, my father's steady arm guiding me down the aisle—it was a loss that weighed heavily on me.

But as the guests turned to look at me, their faces lighting up with smiles and admiration, a wave of happiness replaced the ache.

Every step I took brought me closer to Dominik, to the life we were about to start together. And as the music swelled and the crowd watched in awe, I held my head high, feeling their joy reflect in my own. This was my moment, our moment, and I was ready to embrace it.

As I reached the altar, Dominik extended his hand to me, his grip firm yet tender, grounding me in this extraordinary moment. His gaze was unwavering, filled with a mixture of love and pride that made my heart swell.