Chapter 15 - The Wedding Chicago Will Never Forget (The End)
Six months later, the city of Chicago bore witness to the most magnificent, opulent wedding in its modern history.
Roman Rossi spared no expense for the woman who had conquered his heart.
He rented the entire Chicago Cultural Center, transforming the historic palace under the world’s largest Tiffany stained-glass dome into a breathtaking, candlelit forest of white orchids, cascading wisteria, and thousands of twinkling crystal lights.
Over five hundred guests attended—mayors, foreign ambassadors, titans of industry, and the entire high society of the Midwest, alongside Roman’s loyal lieutenants who stood in sharp, tailored tuxedos, ensuring the absolute security of the event.
When the grand organ began to play the bridal march, the massive mahogany double doors swung open.
A collective gasp swept through the cathedral-like hall.
Sadi Miller walked down the marble aisle alone, needing no one to give her away, carrying herself with the unshakeable confidence of a queen.
Her custom couture gown was a masterpiece of heavy ivory silk, with an off-the-shoulder sweetheart neckline that celebrated her magnificent, voluptuous curves, flowing into a dramatic ten-foot cathedral train embroidered with delicate platinum thread. Her dark hair fell in glossy, romantic waves around her radiant face, her eyes locked entirely on the man standing at the altar.
Roman stood waiting for her, looking overwhelmingly handsome in a bespoke midnight-blue tuxedo. As she approached, the merciless crime lord’s eyes filled with unmistakable, glistening tears of pure reverence and love.
When Sadi reached the altar, Roman took her hands in his. His large, scarred fingers were trembling slightly—the only time in his life the terrifying boss of Chicago had ever shaken.
"You took my breath away the night you whispered in my kitchen," Roman spoke his vows into the microphone, his deep, gravelly voice echoing through the silent, enchanted hall. "You thought you were asking for a temporary rescue. But you were the one who saved me. Sadi, you are my strength, my light, and the only sovereign I will ever bow to. Every breath I have left belongs to you."
Tears of pure happiness streamed down Sadi’s cheeks as she smiled up into his dark, devoted eyes.
"Roman," Sadi spoke her vows, her voice clear and ringing with absolute certainty. "You looked past the fear, past the lies, and taught me that I never needed to shrink myself to be loved. You built an empire with your hands, but you built a home in my heart. I choose you today, tomorrow, and for all of eternity."
The archbishop smiled, raising his hands in blessing. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Roman, you may kiss your bride."
Roman didn't hesitate. He pulled Sadi flush against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, and kissed her with a deep, passionate, breathtaking devotion that caused the entire grand hall to erupt into thunderous, standing applause.
Later that evening, under the glowing Tiffany stained-glass dome, the orchestra played a slow, romantic waltz.
Roman held Sadi close on the private dance floor, her heavy silk train pooling around their feet, her head resting peacefully against his chest, right over his beating heart.
"Are you happy, Mrs. Rossi?" Roman murmured, his lips brushing the crown of her dark hair.
Sadi looked up at her husband, tracing the sharp, handsome line of his jaw with her thumb, her custom emerald ring glinting brightly under the warm chandelier light.
"I have everything I ever dreamed of, Roman," she whispered with a radiant, triumphant smile. "And this time, it’s not an alibi. It’s forever."
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Roman smiled—a rare, genuine, blinding smile that belonged only to her—and spun his wife across the marble floor into their new, unbreakable life together.
THE END
