AllFreeNovel
Share Us
RAE
This isn’t my life.
I’m not in a Chanel gown, marrying a billionaire at a Vegas wedding chapel.
But I’m here, and the man looking at me as if I’m everything he ever wanted is Harrison King.
I still can’t believe he’s mine.
Mine to have, to hold, to love.
His tuxedo fits every inch of his hard body to perfection, but it’s the twitch in his jaw, the shine in his eyes, that steals my breath.
The world sees me as an entertainer or an ingénue, a provocateur or a victim.
Harrison sees me.
The woman who feeds on the energy of the crowd.
The girl who craves ordinary things.
I wasn’t looking for a man who would challenge me. One who would make me stronger and softer, more resilient and more compassionate.
He found me anyway.
I’ve been to my share of incredible places, for work and with the man holding my hands, but this room full of velvet hearts and gauzy fabric, the roses Harrison bought me clutched in my hands, feels right.
Our love isn’t only about private planes and exclusive parties and expensive meals. It’s messy and real and joyful. It’s celebration in the face of life’s difficulties, and this place reminds me of that.
The dead rocker–turned–officiant’s words ring in my ears.
“Does anyone object?” Elvis asks.
“Does anyone want to get murdered?” Beck deadpans.
Ash snorts next to Beck. Even Harrison shakes his head, and my lips curve. The front row of guests laughs, overhearing.
“No objections.” Harrison says it for everyone.
When he’s prompted, he slips the wedding band over my finger, where it nestles next to its mate.
“I do,” I hear myself say.
When it’s my turn, I take the heavy ring from Ash. My thumb runs over the inscription inside, the ridges rising up against my skin before I slide it over his knuckle.
“I do.” Harrison’s voice is solemn.
Elvis declares us one.
Harrison closes his hand into a fist as if refusing to lose the ring—refusing to lose me.
His mother’s ring was inscribed “Through everything.”
Good times and bad ones.
Harrison isn't only my journey—he’s my center. The lens through which I see the world.
“Tell me what it says,” he murmurs.
