Chapter 114
BELLA
With shaking hands, I pick up the envelope and rip it open, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The paper slides free, heavy and smooth beneath my fingertips.
The first thing I see is the Decadence insignia stamped in gold.
My breath catches.
A contract.
My eyes dart across the heading, and my knees almost give out.
A Decadence Marriage Contract.
Between Bella King, Rowan Murphy, and Reggie Murphy.
Legally binding in the eyes of Decadence.
Binding to who it truly matters to—us.
My throat tightens.
Tears blur the words before I can finish reading.
I turn slowly, the letter trembling in my hands.
They’re both kneeling before me.
Two men who’ve broken and rebuilt me in equal measure.
Two hearts that have bled for me, fought for me, loved me.
Reggie’s holding a black velvet box, his thumb rubbing the edge like he’s trying to calm himself. Rowan’s gaze finds mine and I can see the nerves behind it.
“Stop,” I hiccup, dropping the contract as my hands fly to my mouth.
“Bella King,” Rowan says softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
His voice cracks just a little.
“Will you do the honor of becoming my wife?” Reggie finishes for him, his voice low and rough.
Rowan smiles, reaching for my hand.
“And mine too. Be both of ours—forever.”
For a second, all I can do is stand there, trembling, staring at the two men who are my whole damn world.
Tears spill over, hot and unstoppable.
“Yes,” I whisper, before the word grows louder, stronger, unstoppable.
“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you both.”
They stand, and I run straight into them, crushed between their chests as their arms wrap around me. I can feel their heartbeats pounding in sync with mine.
Laughter and tears blur together as I press my face against Reggie’s chest, Rowan’s hand tangled in my hair.
Paris glows around us. The city of love holding witness to our impossible kind of forever.
Three hearts.
One promise.
And the kind of love that doesn’t fit inside a box or a rulebook.
Just ours.
“We might not need the legal ceremony anymore, but we still wanted to do something to bind us to you,” Reggie says, his voice low and rough with emotion.
He steps back, opening the box fully—and my breath catches.
Inside sits the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. One pink diamond and one black diamond, side by side, surrounded by a halo of clear stones that sparkle under the Paris lights. A perfect balance of light and dark. Of them.
“This is perfect,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Rowan takes the ring gently from the box, his fingers brushing mine as he slides it onto my finger. The metal feels cool against my skin, but the warmth in his eyes is enough to melt me.
Then he lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles, slow and reverent.
“Not as perfect as you are,” Reggie murmurs from behind me, his breath hot against my neck.
I shiver, the sound of his voice sinking straight into my bones.
And right there, between the two loves of my life, with the world’s most romantic city wrapped around us, I finally understand what forever feels like.