Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 438 Confession Bella's POV.

A soft but distinct knock echoed through the room, pulling me away from my thoughts. I approached the door and turned the handle to find Ryder's mother, Savannah, standing there with a warm smile, accompanied by a professional makeup artist. Her presence radiated

a sense of maternal

warmth that put me at ease.

"Hey, Bella! You look so pretty," she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with genuine appreciation.

A faint blush crept up my cheeks as I replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. You look stunning as always."

Savannah chuckled lightly, brushing off the compliment. "Dear, this is Michael, our makeup artist. He's here to help you with your makeup and hair," she explained, introducing the makeup artist.

"Hello, Michael," I greeted him, extending my hand with a smile. "I'm really grateful for your help."

Michael returned the smile, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "It's my pleasure, Bella. I've been working in this industry for years, and I must say, you have such a lovely canvas to work with."

As I took a seat, Michael moved with the grace and speed of a seasoned artist. He skillfully applied makeup, enhancing my features while keeping the look natural and radiant. His nimble fingers weaved through my hair, creating an elegant yet effortless hairstyle that complemented the overall look.

When he finally stepped back, I turned to the mirror, and for a moment, I couldn't recognize the reflection staring back at me. A whole new version of myself beamed back with confidence and grace. The transformation was

incredible, and I felt like a princess ready for the ball.

"Michael, you're amazing! Thank you so much," I exclaimed with genuine admiration, feeling a renewed sense of self-assurance.

He chuckled modestly, "You're very welcome, Bella. You were a pleasure to work with. Now, go and enjoy the day!"

Savannah patted my shoulder affectionately as she left the room, leaving me alone to gather my thoughts. I

Sarah's wedding.

floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the ornate ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the entire space. I felt a

After what felt like an eternity, my eyes locked onto him, standing in a corner near the stage. His presence felt magnetic, and his bright smile, directed solely at me, filled me with

shoulders and chiseled features, while the perfectly knotted black tie added a touch of sophistication. He was the epitome of handsomeness, a sight that momentarily stole my breath away. I inwardly chided myself for letting my mind wander into thoughts about him at a time like this,

the bride made her grand entrance. Her white gown flowed elegantly around her, and the bridesmaids, like ethereal angels, accompanied her on each side. All eyes were on the bride, and yet, I couldn't help but notice Alex on the stage, standing with an aura of detachment. His expression appeared cold and distant, a stark contrast to the joyous occasion. It was puzzling and disheartening to witness such indifference

who seemed to sense my unease. His eyes locked with mine, and I caught a glimpse of an enigmatic expression that flickered across his

fluttering

answer, the officiant began the wedding rituals, and the bride and groom exchanged their vows. When the officiant announced them as husband and wife and permitted the groom to kiss the bride, the room erupted in applause and

we exited the wedding hall, I observed that Alex didn't even carry his wife, walking away as though he were desperate to leave. I felt sympathy for his wife, as she appeared to be a genuinely nice woman. I could only hope that they would resolve whatever issues lay between them. In the

in his. "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice filled

punching his arm. Ryder chuckled softly. "Alex is family, so it was my duty to take care of his

to be over

whispered in his

Blushing, I lowered my

to avoid his gaze.

the guests. We made our way to the dining table, where everyone was seated along

Ryder took a seat next to

help but ask,

umm... nothing," I replied awkwardly,

tell me. You can share anything with me," Ryder insisted, turning fully

was thinking about marriage. It symbolizes a lifelong commitment, two people being together forever,"

marriage," Ryder stated, more as an

My parents are happily married and deeply in love. I want something like

resist asking, even though I already knew the