Chapter 8 - The Queen of the Moretti Empire
Six months later.
The Cathedral of St. Patrick in the heart of the city was decorated with thousands of white roses, gold candles, and velvet ribbons.
The streets outside were secured by hundreds of Moretti men in dark suits, keeping the press and rival families at a respectful distance. Inside, the grand cathedral was filled with city leaders, syndicate bosses, and friends who had come to witness the wedding of the century.
The organ swelled with a triumphant, magnificent march.
Leo, wearing a sharp dark tuxedo matching his father's, walked down the aisle carrying the velvet ring pillow with absolute pride and confidence. Beside him, Mia walked as the flower girl, wearing a white lace dress with her favorite red wool hat sitting proudly on top of her curled dark hair, throwing rose petals with wild enthusiasm.
Then, the heavy oak doors opened.
Elena stepped onto the white aisle, taking everyone's breath away.
Her gown was a breathtaking masterpiece of ivory silk and hand-stitched lace, trailing behind her like a river of moonlight. A delicate diamond tiara rested in her styled dark hair. She held a bouquet of white lilies, her face glowing with a radiant, ethereal beauty.
At the altar, Dominic stood waiting.
He looked overwhelmingly handsome, his massive frame clad in a bespoke black tuxedo. But it was his face that stunned every hardened mob boss in attendance—the cold, ruthless king of the underworld was looking at his bride with tears of pure, unadulterated adoration streaming down his face.
When Elena reached the altar, Dominic took her small, soft hands in his large palms.
"You look like an angel," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
"And you look like my king," she smiled back.
The Cardinal led them through their sacred vows. When it came time for the rings, Dominic slid the heavy gold band onto Elena's finger, looking straight into her eyes.
"I once thought my life was defined by the silence of grief," Dominic declared before God and his empire. "You walked into my storm, Elena, saved my son, and taught me how to love again. I give you my name, my life, and my entire empire. Today and for all my tomorrows."
Elena smiled through her tears of joy, sliding his band onto his finger. "And I give you my heart, Dominic. Forever."
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"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the Cardinal proclaimed.
Dominic pulled Elena into his arms and kissed her with a fierce, possessive passion that caused the entire cathedral to break into thunderous applause.
