Epilogue
JOE: Good morning, Boston! Welcome to Coffee with Joe and Jane, everyone's favorite morning show on the radio.
Jane: And speaking of favorites, we've got an early bird - well, birdwatcher actually - tweeting a photo of one our city's most beloved couples. We've already uploaded the photo to our socials, and if you check it out now, you'll see it's none other than Massimo Marchetti and his fiancée Ysabel Ossini.
Joe: Am I seeing things here? Or are they really on a canoe? At five *bleep* thirty in the morning?
Jane: Canoeing is said to be one of the future Mrs. Massimo Marchetti's favorite hobbies, and take this - it's actually how she's been traveling to work for some years now. Her billionaire fiancé think it's 'cute', and I'm quoting Mr. Marchetti verbatim, since he's gone on record several times to say this.
Joe: Their love story still confuses the hell out of me.
Jane: It's really not confusing at all, or maybe it is to guys. I mean, stories like this would never have happened if it was the other way around. Women's intuition, you know.
Joe: As a happily committed bachelor, I'm afraid I'll have to say no, I don't actually know anything about women's intuition—-
Jane: You're honest about it at least, so that's a start.
Joe: Can you give me a rundown of their relationship timeline? Maybe we've got other listeners who've yet to hear the whole story.
Jane: Well, okay. Anyone who follows me knows I've never been a #MasNez shipper, and I was Team #MasBel from the start, but...for the sake of objectivity, I'll do my best to outline stuff without bias.
Joe: We appreciate that.
Jane: So basically, five years ago, Ysabel was one of those who attended the Marchettis' annual Halloween bash.
Joe: Love those!
Jane: Now, Ysabel and Massimo kinda sorta bumped into each other in the funhouse, but then Ysabel had to do a Cinderella thing and run away when she heard someone call out her sister's name.
Joe: The Diabolical Ynez Ossini.
Jane: Now who's being biased?
Joe: No, seriously. I'm just reading one of the headlines that came up when I googled her name.
Jane: Oops. Sorry.
Joe: For the record, I'm not lying. The article's legit, and you guys can look it up as well and fact check what I'm saying.
Jane: Well, I guess I can see why her actions would seem diabolical? I mean, picking up from where we left off, we have Ysabel who ran away when she heard Ynez's name, and then there was Mr. Marchetti, who saw Ysabel react when the name 'Ynez' was mentioned.
Joe: So that's how he ended up mistaking Ysabel for her sister?
Jane: She had a face mask on that time, and since the two sisters do look really similar, I get why he'd be mistaken. But - and this is where women's intuition comes in - I really think he should've realized eventually she was nothing like the girl he had met that night, you know?
Joe: Well, here's the thing about us men. We hate admitting mistakes.
Jane: And again, I love that you're being honest about that. Way to go, Joe.
Joe: Thank you, and way to go to Massimo Marchetti and Ysabel Ossini, who have proven that true love will always win in the end...because they did, right?
Jane: Oh, absolutely. The last confirmed sighting of Ynez in Boston was like ages ago, and I've read several blind items online that say it's because Ynez has been, you know.
Joe: No, really, I don't know .
Jane: Excommunicado by everyone in Boston. They say it's tit for tat, and she's expected to stay away for five years, which is the same length of time she's kept the truth hidden from Massimo and Ysabel.
Joe: That's brutal, man. If it were true, I mean. But...it could've been worse, right?
Jane: Oh, wait! Look, someone's tagged us in another photo, and aww...these two have really been #couplegoals for everyone since they went public. I love how Massimo openly dotes on his fiancée.
Joe: We've been tagged in another photo, and err...I think you should use a different hashtag with this one.
Jane: Huh?
Joe: Think...NSFW, since I think Massimo's doting on her in a very special way!
Jane: Oh my goodness! Is he...oh my gosh!
Joe: You know how people sometimes talk about men hiding behind their women's skirts like it's a bad thing? Well, I guess it's completely different when they're under it? Or rather inside of it?
Jane: And...I think that's our cue to take a short break, here's a song requested by one of our listeners...
IT WAS THE MOST WICKEDLY beautiful wedding Bostn had ever seen, as well as the most haunting and terrifyingly challenging. For invited guests to enjoy the lavish reception prepared for them, they must first enter a funhouse and answer three questions. A single correct answer would be enough to have the doors to the ballroom open, but for those who failed all three, well...
" Did anyone fail, though?" Ysabel asked curiously as her bridegroom swiftly undid the row of pearl buttons lining the back of her wedding gown.
"You'll have to ask Sarica about that," Massimo said dryly, "since she volunteered to take care of that part of the wedding."
Ysabel couldn't help laughing. "Why am I not even surprised?"
"And why, ciliegina mia—- " He carefully peeled her gown off her shoulders and allowed it to slowly fall into a pool of silk around her feet. "—-are we spending our wedding night talking about another woman?"
Her breath caught at the way he was staring at her. This, she thought dizzily. This was exactly how he had been staring at her that night five years ago, and she just wanted to cry, when she thought about how both of them had been so close to losing each other for good.
Need blazed through his veins as he looked his fill of his bride, who was now down to a delicate set of underwear and matching thigh-high stockings held up by the sexiest pair of garter belts. He saw her start to squirm under his gaze, and a smirk slowly unfurled over his lips.
"Am I making you uncomfortable—-"
She started to say yes.
"—-or is it more like you're starting to become uncomfortably wet ?"
But as soon as she heard him say the other word, all she could do was swallow hard. Gosh, oh gosh. How was it that Massimo only seemed to get devilishly hotter every day of their lives?
Her heart pounded against her chest as he suddenly swept her off her feet, and she already felt close to losing consciousness by the time he was laying her gently down on his massive bed.
"I love you, Ysabel."
The tenderness underscoring his words was just too much, and she could only choke out a reply. "I love you, Massimo. So, so much ."
And then there was nothing else for her to say, with his lips raining her face with kisses before slowly moving down to the side of her neck.
Her arms went around his neck as her body arched up against his, and a moan slipped past her lips as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"You're so gloriously beautiful, Ysabel..."
He saw the way she teared up at the words, and he knew it was because a part of her was still unused to hearing such things from him. How could she, when for five long years he had treated her with aloof contempt and disapproval?
All he could do now was worship her with his mouth, his lips closing around one nipple as his fingers carefully kneaded one pale globe. He suckled her nipple gently at first, and then more deeply and passionately, until she was gripping his head and whimpering his name.
Ysabel was out of her mind with desire by the time he slowly parted her legs open, and all she could do was shudder and moan when he tore her panties off her body with one quick yank. The savage gesture thrilled and frightened her, but as he positioned himself between her legs and loomed over her, his dark gaze filled with love and need—-
"I love you, Mas. I love you. I love you."
She just couldn't help it. After so many years of having to deny her feelings even to herself, there were times when she just wanted to savor the freedom she now enjoyed. She wanted to tell him again and again and again, and oh, the way he always looked at her with such fierce possessiveness every time she told him she loved him—-
"You are my life, Ysabel," Massimo said roughly. "My love. My everything."
Not even Ysabel could have imagined Massimo being able to say such words, and all she could do was cry as she heard them...and cry some more when she finally felt the head of his manhood slowly rub against her swollen folds.
He was so, so big. Too big, really, that she ended up digging her nails into the muscular panes of his back as he slowly penetrated her virginal pussy, inch by careful inch. She couldn't stop herself from clawing his back as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive length and girth, and aaaaaaah...
She had known losing her virginity could hurt, but oh, this pain...it was as excruciating as it was beautiful, knowing that the only man she had ever loved would also be the only man who would possess every inch of her body.
Finally, finally, finally, she was his...
A growl ripped out of his throat as soon as he started thrusting hard and fast inside of his wife's body. This, dammit. This was how he had imagined it from the moment he first saw her. This was how it should be and would always be, when two people loved each other, and fuuuuuuuck...
He tried, dammit.
He tried so damn hard to be gentle, but when he saw her look up at him, her eyes subconsciously begging him to fuck her as hard as he wanted—-
Ysabel could only gasp and shudder as Massimo suddenly pulled out...just before flipping her around and pulling her up on all fours.
"Massimo!"
She couldn't stop herself from crying his name out as he pounded into her from behind.
Yes, yes, yes.
She could only sob the words out. It still didn't feel real, just didn't feel real at all to have Massimo love her like this and know that this was no longer forbidden. Instead, this was right. This was fated. This was her and Massimo loving each other, and oh, oh, oh Mas!
They came at the same time, with Ysabel crying his name out one last time while he groaned out hers. She clung to him as a massive tidal wave of pleasure washed over her shuddering body, and she could only sob as Massimo didn't stop thrusting hard and fast into her even as his cock filled her pussy with his cum.
IT WAS A LONG-STANDING tradition for every Marchetti bride to join the entire famiglia for breakfast the morning after her wedding, but what was not customary at all was for an outsider to join them on such an occasion.
A crafty smile flashed over La Strega's lips when she saw how everyone was struggling to hide their surprise at seeing Cattleya seated on her right.
"I have an announcement to make, and now seems a good time as any to make it."
Giancarlo's expression turned impassive at the way his own fidanzata stiffened at his grandmother's words.
"But before anything else, I would like to welcome the newest member of our famiglia once again." Potenziana smiled warmly at her newest granddaughter-in-law. "Thank you for making do with my grandson, bambina ."
"It was a very great sacrifice to make," Ysabel said with a sigh, "but one must always do one's—-" The rest of her words disappeared in her husband's kiss, and when Massimo lifted his head, the soft, dreamy look on Ysabel's face made it quite clear that sacrifice was the last thing on her mind where her husband was concerned.
Potenziana cleared her throat. "As for my other announcement..." She nodded at the direction of her personal assistant, saying, "Cattleya here has asked for my permission to become Ezio's bride."
Ezio nearly jerked out of his seat. What the fuck?
" And I said yes."
Cattleya's expression remained serene even as she became the subject of everyone's stunned scrutiny.
Ezio's dark, enigmatic eyes focused on Cattleya. "Did I hear nonna correctly?" he asked quietly. "Did you truly ask her to marry me?"
"Yes."
Gazelle was in absolute awe. The girl sounded so calm! She had never imagined Cattleya could do such a thing, but it was definitely inspiring! She could only hope she would be just as... proactive, if she were to ever be so lucky to find a man to fall in love with.
Her gaze then switched back to her brother, who was now staring at Cattleya like the other girl was the most infuriating puzzle he had to solve. It was so not like Ezio to reveal his emotions like this, and maybe...maybe it was because of this their nonna had agreed to the marriage?
Ezio could not believe that was all Cattleya had to say. Not once had she ever expressed any interest in him, and in the years they had known each other, there were even times when her words and actions seemed to suggest that she did not even like him as a person.
So why in hell had Cattleya asked for his grandmother's permission to become his bride—-and more importantly, what reason did La Strega have for accepting?
What the hell was happening?
The End
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