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.

love for me had always been 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 way for my path

he had ever noticed me before this moment,

Yet, part of me felt torn between the dreams I had nurtured for myself and the allure of the fairy tale unfolding before me. My parents' conservative values had kept me from the typical social scenes where young people mingled and formed connections. I had dedicated myself to my education and my family's business, and now, on the precipice of marriage to the man of my dreams, I couldn't shake the feeling that

me, he said in a gentle tone, "Are

mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. It was the day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl, the day

My steps were measured, and my head was slightly bowed, a reflection of the emotions swirling within me. As we walked down the aisle, the soft strains

lashes slowly, 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 expression appeared serious and distant. My heart sank, wondering if this was how he truly felt or if it was just the weight of the

wonder about the life that awaited us after

had sheltered me from the world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense of innocence that contrasted sharply

famous as a playboy, adored by many, and it was natural for

hand and placed it in Alex's. A shiver ran down my spine as our skin

a sense of security amidst the chaos of my thoughts. The officiant began the ceremony, explaining the rituals and vows, and asked if we wanted to exchange our

heartfelt vows. Finally, the moment arrived when I said those magical words, "I do." We exchanged rings, symbols of our commitment. My ring was a beautiful platinum

with Alex's name, and his ring bore my

arm around my waist and leaned in, placing a gentle peck on my lips. It lasted only a fraction of a moment, and if