The wedding day arrived beneath a sky so clear and bright that it almost felt unreal.
The large church stood decorated with thousands of white roses and soft golden candles lining the long aisle. Gentle piano music echoed through the hall while guests quietly filled the wooden seats, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
The atmosphere felt warm.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
Ethan stood near the altar in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking calmer than usual on the outside, though Luca kept teasing him endlessly beside the priest.
"You look nervous."
"I'm not."
"You adjusted your sleeves six times."
"That means nothing."
Luca smirked. "You're terrified."
Ethan looked at him coldly. "Do you want to leave this church alive?"
Before Luca could answer, the church doors slowly opened.
And everything became silent.
Yuna stepped inside beside Ethan's mother, who helped guide her gently toward the aisle. Her white wedding dress shimmered softly beneath the church lights, flowing elegantly around her while the long veil rested over her hair beautifully.
Everyone turned toward her immediately.
Even Ethan stopped breathing for a second.
She looked breathtaking.
Not because of the expensive dress or jewelry.
But because she looked truly happy.
After everything they survived together—
This moment finally belonged only to them.
Yuna slowly lifted her eyes toward Ethan at the altar.
And the moment their gazes met—
She smiled.
A soft nervous smile that completely destroyed the calm expression Ethan had been trying to maintain all morning.
Elena immediately whispered dramatically from the front row, "Oh my god he's in love."
Ethan ignored her completely.
But Luca laughed quietly beside him.
Yuna slowly walked down the aisle while everyone watched silently. The church bells echoed softly outside while flower petals covered the path beneath her feet.
Ethan's eyes never left her once.
Not even for a second.
When she finally reached him, Ethan quietly held out his hand.
Yuna placed hers into it immediately.
His fingers tightened gently around hers.
Warm.
Steady.
Like he was grounding himself through her touch.
The priest smiled warmly before beginning the ceremony.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Ethan Devereaux and Yuna Kang…"
The soft words echoed peacefully through the church while Yuna listened quietly, occasionally glancing toward Ethan beside her.
For once, the powerful feared man looked completely vulnerable.
Open.
Real.
Then the vows began.
The priest looked toward Ethan first.
"Do you, Ethan Devereaux, take Yuna Kang to be your wife? To stand beside her in love, loyalty, and faith through every season of life?"
The church became silent.
Ethan looked directly into Yuna's eyes while answering quietly—
"I do."
No hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Just truth.
Yuna's heart nearly burst hearing the sincerity in his voice.
Then the priest turned toward her.
"And do you, Yuna Kang, take Ethan Devereaux to be your husband? To love and support him through joy and hardship alike?"
Yuna smiled softly through emotional tears already gathering in her eyes.
"I do."
Elena immediately started crying loudly in the front row.
Luca sighed. "You've been crying since the flowers arrived."
"This is emotional!"
Everyone laughed softly.
Then Ethan carefully took the wedding ring from the priest.
His hands remained steady while sliding the ring gently onto Yuna's finger.
But his eyes—
His eyes looked softer than she had ever seen before.
Like he still couldn't fully believe she was truly standing here with him.
Yuna then placed his ring onto his hand carefully too.
The priest smiled warmly.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The church erupted into applause instantly.
Then came the final words.
"You may kiss the bride."
Yuna barely had time to smile before Ethan gently pulled her closer and kissed her softly beneath the church lights while everyone cheered around them.
Not rushed.
Not possessive.
Just warm and full of emotion.
Like home.
Hours later, after the ceremony, music, dancing, laughter, and endless congratulations, the night finally became quieter.
The mansion garden had been transformed beautifully for the private dinner afterward. Candles flickered softly around the outdoor table while white roses decorated everything beneath the night sky.
Only Ethan and Yuna remained there now.
Finally alone.
Yuna smiled softly while finishing the last sip of her drink. "Today still feels unreal."
Ethan sat across from her quietly watching her with calm eyes.
"You're my wife now."
The sentence still made her blush slightly.
"You sound proud of that."
"I am."
Yuna laughed softly.
The candlelight reflected beautifully across Ethan's face while cool night air moved gently through the garden.
For a while they simply talked quietly.
About the wedding.
About Elena crying too much.
About Luca threatening Ethan jokingly before the ceremony.
About their future.
A peaceful future this time.
Without fear.
Without hiding.
Eventually Ethan stood from his chair and slowly walked toward her side of the table.
Yuna looked up curiously. "What?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead he held out his hand calmly.
"Come with me."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
Yuna smiled softly before placing her hand in his.
Ethan guided her quietly back inside the mansion, through the softly lit halls, until they finally reached their room upstairs.
The bedroom glowed warmly beneath dim golden lights while rose petals decorated the space elegantly.
Yuna looked around shyly. "Elena definitely planned this."
"Obviously."
She laughed softly again.
Then suddenly Ethan gently pulled her closer by the waist.
Yuna looked up at him immediately.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
They simply stood there quietly together while the emotions of the entire day settled around them.
Finally married.
Finally together without fear of losing each other.
Ethan brushed a loose strand of hair gently behind her ear before murmuring softly—
"You stayed."
Yuna's expression softened instantly.
"I told you I would."
His eyes lingered on her face quietly.
Then slowly he lifted her into his arms carefully.
Yuna laughed softly in surprise while instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Ethan—"
"You're tired."
"You're dramatic."
"Probably."
He carried her toward the bed while she kept smiling helplessly at him.
Then gently—
Carefully—
He lowered her onto the soft blankets beneath the warm lights.
Yuna looked up at him quietly while Ethan leaned closer, resting one hand beside her carefully.
The cold distant man she once feared now looked at her with nothing but warmth.
Then softly he whispered—
"My wife."
Yuna smiled immediately before pulling him closer and kissing him gently while the candlelight flickered softly around them and the night grew quieter outside.
And for the first time in a very long while—
Both of them finally felt at peace.
Ethan grip yuna's neck.
Yuna kissed ethan.
Ethan's grip on her neck tightened slightly, his thumb still tracing the delicate curve behind her ear. A low hum vibrated in his chest as he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The air between them grew thick with anticipation.
"Good girl," he murmured against her lips before his own claimed hers in a kiss that was both possessive and demanding. His mouth moved against hers with practiced ease, tasting of expensive cologne and control. One hand slid from her neck down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against his solid frame.
He broke the kiss only to trail hot kisses along her jawline towards her ear. "This is how it should be," he whispered into the shell of her ear. "You belong here. With me." His other hand came up to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her pajamas, thumb brushing over the nipple with deliberate slowness.
"You're going to enjoy this relationship,"
Yuna moans, Ethan chuckled softly against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "That's it," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."
His hands moved with purpose now, one still cupping her breast while the other slid down to grasp the hem of her pajama top. With a smooth motion, he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the nearby chair.
"Much better," he said appreciatively as his eyes roamed over her exposed chest. His fingers traced the curve of one breast before pinching the nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
He lowered his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly at first before increasing pressure.
Ethan hummed with satisfaction, the sound vibrating against her breast. He lifted his head just enough to look at her face, his expression a mix of possessiveness and amusement. "See? This is what I've been waiting for," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "You respond so perfectly."
His hand moved from her breast to her waist, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. "You're going to learn to love this yuna," he promised, his lips brushing against hers again. "Every part of it."
His free hand slid down her side, fingers hooking into the waistband of her pajama bottoms. "I want you naked on my desk," he commanded softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to see every inch of my property."
——THE END OF PART TWO——