Chapter Fifty–Three
Soraya
I FEEL POWERFUL.
I feel sexy. I feel loved. Wanted. Owned.
I feel like a fucking goddess.
I feel vulnerable. I feel soft. Like a lady. Like a warrior. A genteel princess. A defiant queen.
I feel rich. I feel golden. I feel brave and empowered.
I feel like everything and everything and everything.
My heart is bursting. My chest is light with a kind of happiness I never knew possible, as I watch my fiancé sleep.
Peaceful in slumber, he looks like I feel.
Like everything and everything and everything.
We haven’t left this house since he showed up three days ago. We’ve had a lot of...catching up to do. And for now, nothing and no one else matters.
I didn’t believe he loved me. And for a while, it didn’t matter if he didn’t.
But after seeing him show up at that clock tower, day after day, for two weeks straight… I started to believe.
After watching him tear through Switzerland for another two weeks, desperately hunting ThreeFours’ location… I started to believe.
When he showed up here, when he looked at me with a fire I’d never seen before, with a forceful fierceness and unrelenting intensity that threatened to knock me off my feet, unguarded, unabashed, and unhidden…
I believed completely.
Stefano Castello loves me.
Me.
As I am. Broken, fucked up, and all.
It might not have mattered before if he did or not, but knowing that he does…
That feeling is beyond words.
Once upon a time, when I was fifteen, I fell in love with the king of Vegas, a man who didn’t even know I existed.
And once upon a time, when I was twenty-five, the king of Vegas fell in love with me.
He promises to give me peace. To give me a life full of laughter, love, and beauty.
I don’t believe in God, but I know we’re made up of nothing but blood, water and earth.
Flesh and bone. Fragile. Temporary. There’s only so much one mortal can promise another.
No matter how wealthy, no matter how powerful, there’s only so much control one can wield as time and fortune spin their wheels.
But I believe in Stefano Castello. I believe he’ll spend the rest of his mortal life loving me right. And I’ll spend the rest of mine protecting his.
Damn. Who knew it felt this good to be loved?
Really, truly loved?
I feel...unstoppable. Alive. Whole.
Like everything, and everything, and everything.
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