Aliana’s POV

The night after the wedding, Freddy took me home.

His home, my home.

The moment we stepped inside, the air between us changed. The weight of the ceremony, the vows, the kiss in front of the most powerful men in the city—it all led to this.

To us.

We barely made it up the stairs before he had me against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine with the kind of intensity that made my knees weak.

“You’re my wife now,” he murmured ...