Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 61

I gave myself a gentle slap on the head to snap back to reality as Ryder approached. My father released my hand as Ryder stepped forward, and he kindly helped me up onto the small platform where he stood. He leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on my cheek.

"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered in my ear, his eyes traversing down my form before locking onto mine once more, filled with adoration.

The wedding officiant, a tall and amiable man, commenced the ceremony. As he gracefully greeted everyone and eloquently explained the significance of this union, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ryder, wanting to savor every detail of his appearance.

He stood there, a picture of confidence and poise. His eyes gleamed with joy and adoration, reflecting the love that bound us together. Clad in an impeccably tailored black suit that hugged his form exquisitely, he looked every bit the dashing groom. His short, dark hair was slicked back to perfection, accentuating his handsome features. He was simply flawless.

Then, the moment arrived when the officiant turned towards me and asked, "Do you, Bella Peterson, take Ryder to be your lawful husband?" My gaze met Ryder's, and our hands clasped firmly.

"I do." The words came effortlessly, sealing our fate.

The officiant shifted his attention to Ryder, his words clear and deliberate, "Do you, Ryder Knight, take Bella to be your lawful wife?"

"I do," Ryder responded without a hint of hesitation. His conviction was evident, and my heart swelled with love and joy.

The exchange of rings followed, as someone gracefully handed them to us, and we gently slid the bands onto each other's fingers.

With a warm smile, the officiant declared, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

As those words echoed in the air, the crowd erupted into a symphony of claps and cheers, celebrating the joyous occasion. Ryder drew me closer, his hand tenderly cupping the nape of my neck, while the other arm wrapped around my slender waist. The first kiss as husband and wife was both gentle and passionate, an affectionate expression of our love for each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, united in this beautiful moment.

I entangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. When we finally pulled away, our bodies were ablaze with desire, leaving us breathless and wanting more.

Amidst the congratulations from our family, we made our way to the grand reception hall, a vast and opulent ballroom. As the time came for our first dance as a newlywed couple, Ryder took my hand, guiding us to the center of the dance floor. His strong arm encircled my waist while holding my hand securely, sensing my nervousness.

"Relax, baby girl," he whispered tenderly into my ear.

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