Page 98 of Obsessed Bratva King

His gaze darkens.

His voice is low. Absolute. Unshakable.

“No.”

The ring slides onto my finger, fitting so perfectly it feels like it’s always belonged there. Like I was always meant to wear it, to have this claim on me, this permanent, undeniable mark of who I belong to.

My heart hammers against my ribs, my breath coming too fast as I stare at it for a long moment, running my thumb over the smooth silver band. It’s simple, sleek, timeless—just like him.

A smirk tugs at my lips, heat curling low in my stomach as I tilt my head slightly, feigning consideration, stretching out the moment just because I can. Because I like seeing him wait for me, even if just for a few seconds.

“I’ll only marry you if you help in the restaurant when I’m short-staffed.”

One dark brow lifts, slow, calculating. The shift in his expression is subtle, but I feel it like a warning. Like I’ve just stepped into dangerous territory.

His fingers tighten just slightly on my waist, an almost imperceptible flex, and when he finally speaks, his voice is as smooth as silk.

“Is that a request?”

I let my head tilt to the side, let my own voice drop lower, more deliberate. Let my smirk deepen just enough to be a dare.

“No.”

28

CORA

Two months later…

There’s no soft hum of an orchestra, no whispered excitement from a crowd, no grand floral arrangements scenting the air with roses.

Instead, the air crackles with tension, with power.

Dangerous men in perfectly tailored suits stand like statues, watching the ceremony with sharp eyes and unreadable expressions. Bratva leaders, allies, killers. All in awe of my husband. All travelled to Europe to be here for this.

I stand in the center of it all, my fingers tight around Ivan’s.

I wear white.

Ivan wears a gun.

It sits against his hip, visible beneath the sharp cut of his suit, a silent reminder that this is not a fairy tale.

Ivan’s grip on my hand is firm, unshakable. When he speaks, his voice is absolute.

"I take you as mine. Now and always."

The words settle deep inside me, curling warm and sharp in my chest.

I hold his gaze, let him see everything I am.

"And I take you as mine."

His jaw flexes slightly, like he’s restraining the urge to drag me against him, to seal this moment with something far more primal than words.

The moment holds a second too long, the air thick between us, before someone ruins it.

“This is the most boring wedding I’ve ever been to.”

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