My Enemy's Daughter (Edited)

Chapter 66 (Finale)

As I stood at the altar, watching Fiona walk down the aisle, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time all over again. My heart raced and everything else in the room seemed to blur into the background. It didn't matter that this was our second wedding. It felt just as monumental, maybe even more so. The air was filled with warmth, the pews lined with friends and family, but all I could focus on was her-my wife, my love.

Fiona's mother walked her down the aisle, and as they neared, I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. But even through the mist of emotions, she was breathtaking. She moved with a grace that stirred something deep in my chest. Her gown, simple yet elegant, flowed behind her, and the smile she gave me was radiant, as if the past year of hurt and healing had been transformed into this single moment of joy.

This wedding was much smaller than the first. It wasn't in a grand hall filled with people we hardly knew. This time, it was in her church, surrounded by those who had seen us at our worst and were now witnessing us at our best. I was thankful, not only for her but for the peace that settled in my heart. There was no anger this time, no pain. The resentment I once carried had been wiped away. All I felt now was love-pure, overwhelming love-and gratefulness to God for bringing us to this point.

A week before the wedding, I had taken Fiona to my company. I handed her documents-ones that officially made her a co-owner of everything I had built. She had tried to refuse, saying I didn't need to do it, reminding me that I had already returned her family's company to her and her mother. But I was insistent. I wouldn't take no for an answer. I wanted her to have every right to my world, not just in name but in action. The feeling of giving her that piece of myself, that tangible trust, settled something deep in me. She was my partner in every way now, and that gave me a sense of peace I hadn't known before.

When Fiona finally reached me, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her smile was wide and bright. We exchanged vows, and when it came time for me to speak mine, the words flowed easily, coming from the deepest part of my heart.

"I promise to love you, Fiona. To care for you and cherish you the way I should have from the start, with God's help. This time I'm not saying this with anger in heart but I make this promise out of pure, unshakable love. You've become everything to me, and I vow to always make you my priority."

The pastor gave me a nod, signaling it was time for the kiss. Without hesitation, I pulled Fiona close and kissed her with everything I had. The warmth of her lips against mine felt like home, like redemption. I held her tight, deepening the kiss until the cheers of the congregation erupted around us. We probably would've kept going, lost in each other, had the pastor not cleared his throat.

"Let's remember," he said, his voice booming over the laughter, "that we are still in the house of God."

The congregation roared with laughter and applause, but I could feel Fiona laughing softly against my lips as I finally, reluctantly, pulled away. We stood there, holding hands, basking in the moment.

After the ceremony, we didn't bother with an elaborate reception. Fiona and I both agreed that what we wanted most was to go home-to our home. I had offered her a honeymoon, suggesting destinations around the world, but she declined.

"I've traveled enough for work," she said, smiling at me. "All I want is to go home with my husband."

So that's what we did.

As we reached the mansion, I stopped at the door and looked at her, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. This was my second chance-our second chance-and I wasn't going to mess it up this time.

"I'm going to do it right this time," I whispered, picking her up in my arms.

Fiona giggled, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carried her into the house. "Samuel, you don't have to carry me every time," she teased, but I just shook my head, smiling at her.

"I want to. I love you," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I love you too," she whispered back.

Once we reached the master bedroom, I set her down gently on the bed. There was a softness in her gaze that made my heart ache with love. I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing in the moment, the quiet intimacy between us.

"I love you," I whispered again, and this time she answered by pulling me into a deep, slow kiss.

The kiss quickly turned hungry, our hands roaming over each other's bodies with a familiar urgency. It felt like we had been waiting for this moment forever. I kissed her neck, tasting the soft skin, my hands moving down her sides. Her breath hitched as I pressed my lips to her collarbone, the warmth of her body igniting a fire in me that I couldn't control.

I took my time undressing her, savoring every inch of her skin as I revealed it. She did the same, her fingers deftly undoing my shirt, her touch sending shivers down my spine. By the time we were both bare, the tension between us was electric.

I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every curve, every soft line of her. Her breath came in shallow gasps as I teased her, my lips hovering over the places I knew drove her wild. When I finally took her in my mouth, her hips bucked, and a soft moan escaped her lips. I took my time, exploring her body, wanting to give her as much pleasure as I could.

When she was trembling, on the edge of release, I moved back up her body and kissed her deeply, positioning myself over her. Our bodies moved together with a rhythm that felt like second nature, a slow, deliberate dance that grew more urgent with each passing second. Her nails dug into my back as we moved together, her moans mixing with my own groans of pleasure.

When we finally came together in a shared moment of ecstasy, it was like a release of everything we'd been holding onto-the pain, the fear, the hurt. It all melted away, leaving only love in its wake.

We lay there for a while afterward, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowing. I kissed her shoulder softly, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.

"Samuel," she murmured, her voice still breathless, "what are we going to do with our old wedding bands?"

I chuckled, remembering the two rings we'd both worn during the worst part of our marriage. "Maybe we should keep them," I suggested, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She grinned. "Not many people can brag about having two weddings in less than a year."

I laughed, pulling her closer. "You're right. We'll keep them. They're part of our story, just like everything else."

She sighed contentedly, resting her head against my chest. "I'm so happy, Samuel. I don't think I've ever felt this... complete."

I kissed the top of her head, my heart swelling with love for this woman, my wife. "I'm going to do everything I can to keep you that way, Fiona. For the rest of our lives. I promise you, with God's help, I'll never hurt you again. Not even a little bit."

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "I believe you," she whispered, and then she kissed me again, slow and sweet, sealing the promise between us.

As we lay there together, the future seemed bright-filled with the promise of love, redemption, and a new beginning. And I knew, in my heart, that this time, we would get it right.

A/N: epilogues on the way 😚