Epilogue
IVAN
T he priest begins the ceremony, his words a gentle hum in the background. I can barely focus on anything other than the woman beside me, her hand warm and steady in mine. We exchange vows, our voices low and filled with raw emotion.
"Ivan," Lara says, her voice breaking slightly, "I promise to stand by you, through every battle, every storm. You’ve shown me a love I never thought possible."
My chest tightens. I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Lara," I murmur, my voice rough with sincerity, "you brought me back from the edge. You taught me what it means to truly care for someone, to trust, to hope. I vow to protect you, always, and to love you with everything I have."
The ceremony feels too short, each moment a blur of love and anticipation. When the priest finally announces us as husband and wife, I waste no time. I pull her close, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s as passionate as it is tender, sealing our promise in front of everyone who matters. My father, my mother, Lara’s father, my sister, my loyal staff who have become rich beyond their wildest dreams, and some friends. Nikolai has absconded to Russia. He can never come back to the States as there is a warrant out for his arrest.
As we walk back down the aisle, hand in hand, there’s an unexpected lightness in my step. The faces around us blur into a sea of smiles and tears, and I can only focus on Lara—my wife.
We step out of the church, the bright sun warming our faces. The guests cheer, showering us with rose petals and rice, their voices filled with joy. I turn to Lara and my heart is so full it feels as if it might burst.
"You did it," I whisper, my hand resting on her cheek. "You saved me."
She laughs softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We saved each other."
We make our way to the beribboned vintage Rolls waiting to whisk us away, but before I open the door, Lara pauses, her expression shifting. There’s a nervousness in her eyes, something unspoken lingering between us.
"What is it?" I ask, concerned.
She takes a deep breath, her hand finding mine. "Ivan… there’s something I need to tell you."
I frown. "What is it? Are you okay?"
She looks up at me, her eyes bright and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I’m pregnant."
Time stops. The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. I stare at her, disbelief and joy colliding inside me. "You… you’re pregnant?" I manage to say, my voice hoarse.
She nods, a small smile breaking through her nervousness. "Yes. I found out a few days ago, but I wanted to be sure before I told you."
A wave of pure, unfiltered joy washes over me. I can’t contain it. With a laugh, I lift her off the ground, spinning her around as she laughs with me. "We’re having a baby," I say, my voice choking with emotion. "We’re going to be parents, Lara."
She laughs through her tears, holding onto me tightly. "Yes, we are. And you’re going to be an amazing father."
I set her down gently, cupping her face with both hands. "I can’t believe this," I say, pressing my forehead to hers. "I never thought I could be this happy."
Lara smiles, her eyes filled with love. "We deserve this, Ivan. After everything… we deserve to be happy."
I kiss her again, slowly and deeply, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude into that moment. It’s not just a kiss of passion; it’s a promise, a vow to be the man she needs, the father our child deserves.
As we climb into the car, ready to drive toward the future ahead, I steal one last glance at the church behind us. I think of everything that’s brought us here—the betrayals, the battles, the love that refused to break, no matter how hard the world tried to tear it apart.
I take Lara’s hand, intertwining our fingers, and she leans her head on my shoulder. "Are you ready for this?" I ask, my voice soft.
She looks up at me, her eyes clear and certain. "With you, Ivan? Always."
And as we drive away, leaving the past behind, I know one thing for certain: This is just the beginning.
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