Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Sarah's POV.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, the ivory folds of my white wedding gown cascading around me like a cloud. My heart fluttered with excitement, sending tremors of joy through every fiber of my being. Today was the day I would marry the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the country, Alex Hamilton. He was the epitome of perfection, and the thought of being his

wife left me awe-struck with gratitude for my extraordinary luck. Despite the limited time we had spent together, I couldn't deny the deep admiration and affection I had harbored for him since I was a young girl.

As I gazed at my reflection, a radiant blush painted my cheeks, mirroring the uncontainable delight surging within me. My heartbeats seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic rustle of the dress, and I felt like a princess preparing to meet her prince. Today, I would walk down the aisle and pledge my eternal love to him, knowing that he would become mine for all eternity.

A soft knock on my door disrupted my reverie, and Tia, my loyal friend and bridesmaid, graced the room with her presence. Her warm smile and playful wink conveyed her understanding of the depths of my emotions.

"So, are you ready, my beautiful bride?" she asked, her eyes shimmering with happiness on my behalf.

"More than ever," I replied, my voice filled with anticipation and wonder.

With delicate finesse, Tia placed a sheer veil over my face, adding an air of enchantment to my appearance. We linked arms, the unyielding support of

a dear friend embracing me like an invisible shield, as we embarked on the journey to the grand wedding hall where my destiny awaited.

evident, and he had always wished for my happiness. The bond between our families, strengthened by a shared history of friendship and business, had paved the

before this moment, as he had always been enveloped in

had kept me from the typical social scenes where young people mingled and formed connections. I had dedicated

me, he said in a gentle tone, "Are you ready, my

excitement and nervous anticipation. It was the day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl, the day I would marry the man who stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for me

of the emotions swirling within me.

my eyes met his, and for a moment, confusion flickered across my face. His handsome features were framed by a sleek black tuxedo, but his

about him beyond his public persona. As I approached him now, I couldn't help but wonder about the life that awaited us after this grand ceremony. The anxiety within me intensified as

heart. My parents' strict upbringing had sheltered me from the world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense of innocence that contrasted sharply with the glamour and

and it was natural for my

we approached the stage, my father took hold of my hand and placed it in Alex's. A shiver ran down my spine as our skin made

the rituals and vows, and

when I said those magical words, "I do." We exchanged rings, symbols of our

Alex's name, and his ring bore my name

Alex slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in, placing a gentle peck on my lips. It lasted only a fraction of a moment, and if it weren't