Chapter 8 - The Wedding Was Supposed to Unite Two Powerful Families, but Lila Was the One Who Made It a FamilyOur wedding was small.
No media.
No business executives.
No criminals.
Just people we loved.
Emma stood beside me.
My brothers? I had none.
But Emma was enough.
Lila carried flowers.
Adrian waited.
When I walked toward him, he smiled.
Not the cold smile from the first night.
A real one.
I reached him.
He whispered:
“You came.”
I laughed.
“I live here.”
“Yes.”
He touched my cheek.
“But you chose to stay.”
“Yes.”
The vows were simple.
I promised honesty.
He promised respect.
I promised not to disappear when things became difficult.
He promised never to decide what was best for me without asking.
Then Lila interrupted.
“Can you kiss now?”
Everyone laughed.
Adrian looked at me.
“She's impatient.”
“She gets it from me.”
We kissed.
That night, snow fell outside the windows.
The same kind of snow from the night we met.
But now I wasn't cold.
I was home.
The following year, I published my first book.
Under my own name.
Grace Harper.
It was about a woman who lost everything and found a family in the middle of a storm.
Adrian read the manuscript before anyone.
He cried.
I teased him.
“You're supposed to be intimidating.”
“I am.”
“You cried.”
“That's confidential.”
Lila climbed onto his lap.
“Daddy cries.”
Adrian sighed.
“Everyone in this family betrays me.”
We laughed.
Life became peaceful.
But I never forgot the woman at the bus shelter.
The one who believed herself invisible.
She was still me.
But now she knew something.
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Being without a home didn't mean she was without a place in the world.
The right people could become home.
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