King of Greed ARC

“How romantic.”
“I’m past romantic, Alessandra. I’m desperate.”

To knowing your worth and never settling
for less than you deserve.

When his gaze met mine on that rooftop, I knew I would always be his. Most importantly, I knew he would always be mine. He would miss a dinner here and there, but he would always come home with a desire for our marriage. He would never again be the man who didn’t show ˙ care and curiosity. I would never again be the wife who pretended.

A half laugh, half sob bled out as Dominic stepped around the champagne glasses and swept me up in his arms. Then he was kissing me, and we were laughing and crying together.

I hadn’t planned on telling him about my pregnancy during our wedding. It was already a big enough day, but it felt right.

Happiness had found me again. I’d found myself, and Dominic had found joy in things outside his relentless ambition. Never in our life together did I think I would see him without the lines of worry that everything would disappear but rather with lines around his eyes from laughter.

“Are you…”

I nodded, unable to contain my smile or nerves. “I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure? You haven’t had a drink all night.”

“I’m sure.” The flutters turned into full-on kicks. “In fact, I won’t be drinking alcohol for the next eight months.”

Dominic stared. Hard. “Christ. I need a drink.” He shook his head, his exasperation melting into a rueful smile. “I’m sorry, amor, but if I have to make small talk with one more person instead of dancing with you…”

“Tell me why we invited so many people again,” he said when we finally caught a moment alone. “I don’t even know who half of them are.”

“Dom, you vetted the entire list.”

“I must’ve blacked out during that part because”—he narrowed his eyes at a distinguished silver-haired gentleman by the bar—“who the hell is that?”

Dante took care of the baby most of the night. Seeing the big, gruff CEO melt over his daughter made me melt

Meanwhile, Dante and Vivian came with their adorable newborn daughter, Josephine, or Josie for short, who was the subject of many guests’ oohs and aahs.