Page 62 of A Billionaire's Second Shot

“Tania,” he begins, his gaze locked on mine. “From the moment I met you, you’ve challenged me, inspired me, and made me want to be better. I’ve made mistakes—more than I’d like to admit—but you’ve shown me that love isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing each other, every single day. And I choose you, Tania. Always.”

Tears blur my vision, and I barely register the murmurs of approval from the crowd. Levi’s words wrap around me like a warm embrace, their sincerity sinking deep into my heart.

When it’s my turn, I take a shaky breath, the paper in my hand trembling slightly.

“Levi,” I begin, my voice soft but clear. “You’ve shown me what it means to fight for love, to forgive, and to trust. You’ve been my greatest challenge and my greatest joy. And today, I promise to stand by your side, to believe in us, and to choose you, no matter what. Because you are my home, Levi. You always have been.”

The officiant smiles warmlyas they pronounce us husband and wife, but I barely hear the words. All I can focus on is Levi, the way his smile spreads across his face, his green eyes shining with love.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant says.

Levi doesn’t hesitate. His hands cup my face, and when his lips meet mine, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. The kiss is soft and tender, filled with all the love and hope we’ve carried into this moment.

As we walk backdown the aisle hand in hand, petals rain down around us, the cheers of our loved ones echoing in the air. My heart feels impossibly full, every nerve replaced with a quiet certainty.

This is where I’m meant to be. With him.

And as we step into the next chapter of our lives, I know without a doubt that this is just the beginning of the love story we’ve fought so hard to create.

Chapter Fifty

Levi

The air is warm and thick with the scent of salt and hibiscus, the crashing waves outside the villa serving as a constant, soothing rhythm. The honeymoon suite is luxurious but intimate, with floor-to-ceiling windows that open to a private stretch of beach. The soft glow of candles reflects off the polished wood floors, casting flickering shadows across the room.

Tania stands by the open windows, her wedding dress replaced by a flowing silk robe that clings to her curves in a way that makes my chest tighten. The golden light of the setting sun bathes her in warmth, highlighting every line of her silhouette. She glances back at me, her lips curving into a soft smile that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You’re staring,” she says, teasing but warm.

“Can you blame me?” I reply, stepping closer. My hands slide to her waist, pulling her gently against me. “You’re breathtaking.”

She laughs softly, but her breath catches as I lean in, brushing my lips along the curve of her neck.

“Levi,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of laughter and something deeper.

The playful teasing quicklymelts into something more as I turn her to face me, my hands tangling in her hair as our lips meet in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s hungry, desperate, and filled with all the passion we’ve held back through the chaos of planning, through the ceremony, through every moment we’ve been surrounded by others.

“Tania,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” she whispers back, her voice trembling with need.

I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as her arms wrap around my neck. Her laugh is breathless, her lips trailing along my jaw as I lower her onto the soft sheets.

The silk robe slips from her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her skin, and I pause, taking her in. She’s perfect, radiant, and utterly mine.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice husky.

“Show me,” she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that sends heat rushing through me.

What follows isa blur of heat and longing, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. Every touch, every kiss is a declaration of love, of desire, of the bond that’s only grown stronger through everything we’ve faced.

Tania’s nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and the sound of her voice—soft gasps, low moans—drives me to the brink.

“Levi,” she murmurs, her voice breathless, her body arching against mine.

“I’ve got you,” I reply, my hands caressing every inch of her. “Always.”

The world outside fades away, leaving only us—the warmth of her skin against mine, the rhythm of our movements, the unspoken promises that linger in every touch.

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