King of Greed (Kings of Sin #3) by Ana Huang

Marcelo snorted out a laugh, which he quickly turned into a cough when she glared at him. Bernard was busy taking advantage of the buffet, so it was only the three of us.

“I don’t think anyone can give you a run for your money in that department, Mom,” I said dryly.

“Shhh.” She blanched. “What did I tell you about calling me that in public? Mom sounds so old. Address me as Fabiana. That way, we sound like best friends, which we are.” She patted my arm. “Mothers and daughters are always best—oh! I see Ayana. I wonder if she booked the Vogue cover?” She flitted off, our conversation forgotten.

I suppose me marrying a billionaire wasn’t quite as exciting when said billionaire had already been her son-in-law. Otherwise, my mother would be screaming from the rooftop—literally—about how her daughter landed Dominic Davenport.

“Hey, at least she showed up,” Marcelo said after she left. “That’s a win.” He stepped closer and kissed me on the cheek. “I know I said this already, but congratulations. It’s nice to have a brother-in-law again. The same one. Again.” He laughed when I swatted him lightly in the stomach. “Seriously, I’m happy for you and Dom. You guys were always meant for each other. You just had to…take a detour first.”

My brother could be an idiot, but occasionally, he dropped a pearl of truth.

Dominic and I spent the first half of the reception greeting and mingling with guests. I’d forgotten how much time brides and grooms spent with other people during their own weddings.

Half the Valhalla Club was in attendance, including the ever terrifying but oddly intriguing Vuk Markovic, whom I had yet to hear speak a single world. He shook our hands in the receiving line and promptly disappeared. Xavier Castillo was also here, looking devastating in a black suit. He was currently lounging in a chair with a drink in hand and his other arm draped over the shoulders of a pretty brunette. No tie, jacket off, collar open, and gaze amused as Sloane stalked past him without sparing him a glance. He was woefully against dress code, but he was so charming no one called him out on it.

Meanwhile, Dante and Vivian came with their adorable newborn daughter, Josephine, or Josie for short, who was the subject of many guests’ oohs and aahs. Vivian was my bridesmaid alongside Isabella and Sloane, so Dante took care of the baby most of the night. Seeing the big, gruff CEO melt over his daughter made me melt because I couldn’t stop picturing Dominic in his place.

Speaking of which…

“Tell me why we invited so many people again,” he said when we finally caught a moment alone. “I don’t even know who half of them are.”

“Dom, you vetted the entire list.”

“I must’ve blacked out during that part because”—he narrowed his eyes at a distinguished silver-haired gentleman by the bar—“who the hell is that?”

I camouflaged an irrepressible laugh. “He’s the vice president of Sunfolk Bank.”

Dominic stared. Hard. “Christ. I need a drink.” He shook his head, his exasperation melting into a rueful smile. “I’m sorry, amor, but if I have to make small talk with one more person instead of dancing with you…”

“It’s okay. I feel the same way.” My stomach fluttered when he whisked two glasses of champagne off a passing server’s tray and handed one to me. This was it. “No, thanks.”

His eyebrows popped up. “Are you sure? You haven’t had a drink all night.”

“I’m sure.” The flutters turned into full-on kicks. “In fact, I won’t be drinking alcohol for the next eight months.”

Dominic’s glass froze halfway to his lips. He slowly lowered it, his expression gradually shifting from confusion to stunned belief. “Are you…”

I nodded, unable to contain my smile or nerves. “I’m pregnant.”

I’d totally stolen Vivian’s method of breaking the news but screw it. If it worked, it worked.

The sound of glass shattering drew startled glances from the guests, but we didn’t care.

A half laugh, half sob bled out as Dominic stepped around the champagne glasses and swept me up in his arms. Then he was kissing me, and we were laughing and crying together.

I hadn’t planned on telling him about my pregnancy during our wedding. It was already a big enough day, but it felt right.

Happiness had found me again. I’d found myself, and Dominic had found joy in things outside his relentless ambition. Never in our life together did I think I would see him without the lines of worry that everything would disappear but rather with lines around his eyes from laughter.

When his gaze met mine on that rooftop, I knew I would always be his. Most importantly, I knew he would always be mine. He would miss a dinner here and there, but he would always come home with a desire for our marriage. He would never again be the man who didn’t show ˙ care and curiosity. I would never again be the wife who pretended.

We were honest and open, and we truly loved each other more today than the day we’d married for the first time.

Our hearts had scars that would never go away, but they also glowed and grew with every new day that came to us.





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