Page 143 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

That hadn't been a proposal.

I dropped to one knee in front of her.

The gallery fell dead silent.

"Last time, you didn't get a choice. And I didn't really see you."

I opened the box. Two slender platinum bands crossed like lines that finally met. A warm gold diamond had been cut to match her hazel eyes, and inside the setting, a tiny paintbrush and her name had been engraved.

There isn't another ring like it in the world.

Just like her.

"I can't rewrite the past," I said. "But every day after this, you decide."

Tears slid out of her eyes.

"Elena Rossi," I said, "will you choose me again?"

I paused for a beat.

She cried and laughed at the same time. "You're still so bossy."

"I'm working on it."

"Your progress sucks."

"Then I'm going to need a long time."

"How long?"

"A lifetime."

She held out her left hand.

"Then start today," she said.

My heart slammed once, heavy. "That's a yes?"

"Yes, Kiryan." She looked at me. "I will."

Cheers and clapping exploded at once.

The ring slid onto her finger like it belonged there. She leaned down and kissed me. I stood and held her by the waist, forcing myself not to deepen it. Her fingers threaded into my hair, the ring brushing my ear, cold for a few seconds before my body warmed it.

"This time, I get to plan the wedding," she said, forehead to mine.

"Every part of it," I said. "You decide."

Her smile made my instincts go on alert.

Chapter 29

Elena

"If he makes you shed one damn tear today, I swear I'll break his other shoulder."

Olga stood behind me in the mirror, twisting a handkerchief in her fist, looking like she was about to walk someone to the gallows.