The road isn't easy. problems are not over yet. Probably they are even far from being yet, but having him by my side is all I need to face everything. He is my joy.
"Mmh..." My strength. "Ooh." My all in all, and my greatest weakness. Let the world that we are inseparable! "Oohh." I moan with bitter ecstasy as I feel the in my lower lip.
I wouldn't want to stop this for anything, but we are short of breath. Our husky is the only sound echoing in this room as we pull away. We are both as we lean our foreheads together, trying to steady our breathing, our eyes .
DAMIAN'S POV
Life is sweet when you find the right person to share your dreams and visions with, this beautiful gift right here is that one person for me—brought to me by fate and for me by the heavens. If there is anything that I would change about our story, would be our encounter. I would bring it sooner. Then again, would that make our this interesting?
No!
I look back at the day I was told about this arrangement, the bitterness I felt towards parents, and this ghost betrothed that I had not met. I became so angry with life in . I lost my right to be a Riccaforte when I stood my ground about what I for myself. This sounded so ridiculous. I felt like I was being robbed of my to be happy and choose the woman of my dreams.
Back then, I felt trapped. The idea of an arranged marriage was archaic and stifling. I to carve my own path and find love on my own terms. The thought of being into a union with a stranger filled me with resentment. I remember the heated with my parents and the sense of betrayal when they dismissed my feelings desires.
Yet, as fate would have it, meeting her changed everything. The bitterness that once me was replaced by a profound sense of gratitude. She was more than I have ever dreamed of—kind, intelligent, beautiful, and understanding—weird annoying, but all in a sweet, endearing way. She made me realize that sometimes ’s greatest blessings come in the most unexpected forms and places.
As I think about our journey, I realize that every twist and turn, every moment of and frustration, led us to this point. The struggle made us stronger, and the made our bond deeper. If we had met under different circumstances, our story wouldn't hold the same magic or the same depth of connection.
Our journey from strangers to soulmates is what makes our love so unique. It is a to the power of fate and the beauty of finding love in the most unlikely . The anger I once felt has melted away along the way, replaced by a deep for the path we’ve traveled together.
Now, I can't imagine my life without her. She is the missing piece I didn’t know I —the partner who completes me in every sensible and senseless way. Damian
Almeda Riccafirte is nothing without Ellie Marrie Riccaford. Looking back, I would want to change a thing. Our story, with all its ups and downs, is perfect just the it is. And I am grateful every day for the beautiful gift that is her.
I lost a lot along the way—the meaning of love and happiness—because, in a way, I awaiting the day I would meet the so-called phenomenal betrothed of mine. I 't care about her stories or what she even looked like. I only wanted to meet her the supposed right time came for one reason: to let her know that not ever in my would I ever love a woman forced on me.
Then came the engagement day, the day I was about to finally confront my betrothed.
That night, I planned on ending whatever had bound us together for years. It was the thing I owed my parents—to personally stop the madness of this arranged —and I didn't care about what would happen next. But even then, I didn't get see my betrothed, one, because I was late to get to the city, and two, because , my supposed fiancee shared the same sentiments with me. She eloped, only God knew where that moment was, and I received the call to inform me her disappearance when I tapped my feet on the grounds of the airport. I had no reasons to go to that cursed engagement party. I got into my chopper and flew to Mombasa, where I had been hiding my pains all the years.
Coincidentally, on my way home, I ran into this sweet but weird beauty stranded on road, just like her life seemed messed up. She was terribly weird, but maybe that's hooked me to her. I couldn't explain it at the moment; all I knew was that she someone I needed to keep. I felt some sort of longing for her instantly. And there this strange familiarity that struck me. When I saw her break down that same in the room, I felt this rage to find whoever was causing her pain and beat the out of them, break their bones, and pull their lungs out if I could.
Without knowing who she was, I suddenly felt the desire to help her in any way and her from anything and anyone. I felt the urge to put a smile on her face by any I could. Seeing her smile warmed my heart in a way I had never felt in my life. Her joy became my joy, her burdens automatically became mine, and her too, I share. We somehow started becoming one.