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.

approached the hall, my heart skipped a beat, knowing that my father stood there, beaming with pride and affection. His 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

if he had ever noticed me before this moment, as he had always been enveloped

and focus on my studies, leading to my remarkable achievements in the field of business. 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 my life might take a path similar to my

gaze fell upon me, he said

nodded, my heart pounding with a mixture of 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

hooked onto his elbow as he led me forward. My steps were measured, and my head was slightly bowed, a reflection of the emotions swirling within

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

but wonder about the life that awaited us after this grand ceremony. The anxiety within me intensified as I questioned whether I would be

world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense

as a playboy, adored by many, and it was natural for my mind to be filled with

my father took hold of my hand and placed it in Alex's. A shiver ran down my spine as our

providing a sense of security amidst the chaos of my thoughts. The officiant began the ceremony, explaining the rituals and vows, and

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

and his ring bore my name in

husband and wife, a wave of nervousness washed over me. 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 for