You Kept the Don’s Daughter Waiting and Now She’s Someone Else’s Chapter 14

You Kept the Don’s Daughter Waiting and Now She’s Someone Else’s Chapter 14

She had no idea where she went wrong.

That was fine. The Conti family’s revenge would come.

When word reached me that she’d offended a major client and the family had sent her off to some remote farm to work off her debt for life, I was already on my honeymoon.

I was telling a friend about it when Damon leaned over.

“What’s up? You look happy.”

“I was just talking about Coral. She got herself into trouble.”

Damon made a vague sound, completely uninterested.

“Her quitting or not quitting, what’s that got to do with us?”

A moment later, he tilted his head.

“Who’s that again?”

Right. Of course. The heir of the Morretti family didn’t waste memory space on small-time players.

The plane cut through the clouds, sunlight streaming across the window.

I leaned my head against Damon’s shoulder and closed my eyes.

This time, I didn’t dream about that chaotic wedding room, or the pink makeup bag in Luca’s hand.

I dreamed about the old apartment building from my childhood.

A summer evening. Damon pulled up on his bike and called up to me from downstairs.

“Nina, come down. I’m taking you to get popsicles.”

I leaned over the windowsill and called back, “My mom says I can’t have cold stuff.”

He tilted his head up and grinned. “Then you can watch me eating.”

I got so mad I threw an eraser at him.

He caught it and laughed even harder.

When I woke up, the plane had already landed.

Damon turned to look at me.

“What did you dream about?”

I said, “You’re a kid in my dream, a pain to deal with.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So, do you want to get revenge now?”

I shot him a look. “Depends on how you behave.”

He laughed and took my hand. “Fine. I’ll keep performing.”

The first stop on our honeymoon was the beach.

I’d wanted to go there for so long.

But Luca always said he was busy handling family stuff, and beaches were all the same anyway, nothing

special.

So I didn’t bring it up again.

Damon, though, he’d planned everything down to the day.

When to watch the sunrise. When to go sailing. When to visit the little town. When to do nothing at all but sit on the hotel balcony and let the wind hit our faces.

He even remembered that I couldn’t eat too much seafood.

He’d ask ahead every single time we ordered.

On the third evening, we walked along the shoreline.

The sunset painted the sea in shades of orange and gold.

Waves rolled in, one after another, wetting the hem of my dress.

Damon bent down and lifted the fabric for me.

I looked down at him. “That’s pretty smooth.”

He looked up. “What can I say? I did my training. You have no idea. I dreamed about the day you’d marry me

every single night.”

I laughed out loud. He took my hand and led me forward.

The sea breeze was soft.

In the distance, a couple was shooting wedding photos.

The bride held her bouquet, smiling sweetly.

Watching her, I suddenly remembered myself, just days ago.

That morning, I’d been in a wedding dress too.

I’d thought I was walking toward a wedding.

But thank God, in the end, I walked toward Damon.

Damon must have sensed the shift in my mood. He stopped.

“What are you thinking about?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. Fate’s strange, isn’t it?”

He looked at me. “Any regrets?”

I knew what he was really asking.

I shook my head, serious, certain.

“No.”

The smile in Damon’s eyes spread slowly.

Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

Light. Like a test.

Before I could react, he leaned in for more.

I put my hand flat against his chest.

“That’s enough.”

Damon stopped. He looked down at me, his eyes impossibly innocent.

“Why?”

I kept a straight face. “You’re still on probation, Mr. Morretti, Mind your boundaries.”

He blinked, then laughed.

He dropped his forehead to mine, voice dropping low.

“How long is this probation period?”

I thought about it. “Depends on your performance.”

Damon sighed. “Nina, since when did you get so fond of that line?”

“Because it works.”

He put on a pitiful expression. “If I behave really well, can I get early parole?”

I turned my head away. “We’ll see.’

Damon wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder.

“Nina.”

“Mm?”

“I’m really happy.”

I heard his voice, carried in the sea breeze.

So soft, like he was afraid of startling something fragile.

“So happy that I still feel like I’m dreaming.”

I didn’t say anything.

I just reached up and placed my hand over his, where it rested across my waist.

Our rings touched, a soft, metallic click.

I looked out at the endless sea, and suddenly I smiled too.

The sun sank into the water.

The tide rolled gently over our feet.

I thought that maybe that’s just how life works.

There was no need to chase those I had missed.

The moments I missed may lead me to where I was meant to be.

This time, I wasn’t late.

And neither was Damon.