The Wife

In my eyes

The Sabella - DiNozzo Nuptials is the wedding of the century, the fairy tale feel is very grand that you would think that you got into an otherworldly enchanted dimension. It was reported that after the wedding and reception the newly weds were off to their honeymoon and an anonymous source gave off a tip that it was in one of the unclaimed islands in near Greece which Logan Sabella now owned, It was said to be a wedding gift to his wife.

We have spoken with the parents of the Groom and they were even surprised of the sudden news of their son settling down and it seems Mother dearest didn't mind at all since she has been waiting for grand kids from their one an only son who was deemed to be a "heartless man".

But with the smiles and light of happiness we have seen with Logan over the wedding and reception it seems that his wife is the torch to those dark and brooding eyes.

I stared at her while she stood and leaning against the door of the balcony entrance, vast blue seas and bright sun with the cool Greecian breeze.

Until now I couldn't wrap my head around what just happened, when I saw her at that motel I felt pity and I got alarms going off in my head to just leave the girl be, but as I stood in that metal box with my hand keeping the doors from closing.

I watched her frustration in just opening that damn door until she gave up and just sobbed on the floor.

I felt pity and anger that someone could make a woman cry, but who was I to talk? I was a womanizer at that time and like that was any better however, seeing her on the floor broke me. It made me want to murder any person who hurt her, an innocent soul.. Drenched in the rain and looking as if all hope has just died.

I couldn't help myself but just come near her, at first it was me helping her to get back up her feet and let her live life like a friend helping another however, when we stayed around each other long enough.. I wanted her to be mine.

I listened to her story while we sat on that dirty floor, I listened to her over dinner and I listened to her over her sobs in our party that night.

She was failed by the only people she believed would back her up, by the people who could accept her.. But no. Family is what everyone has but a true family is in rarity.

I married her to protect her, to make her live her life and I wanted to be her true family.

I never believed in love at first sight but looking back to 2 months ago when I met her, love at first sight was all I could think of. I wanted to tell her, I wanted to do it badly.

So I stood up from my seat, walking behind her I wrapped my arms around her frame, she was warm and she felt calm. Taking a peek at her face I was shocked to see the woman is asleep, she was sleeping while standing..

I couldn't help but chuckle and carry her in my arms, taking her body to our bed I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you Cassandra.." I whispered, kissing her forehead she came closer and buried her face on my chest.

Her breathing was still even and that kind of saddened me that she didn't hear me but it also gave me warmth since I wasn't ready yet for her rejection.

Yes I was afraid of her rejecting me... Silly right?

I once thought of myself as a heartless man, where I can never love anyone or all of them are just mere stress relievers but when I saw her.. When I saw her I knew she was it. That one woman who can make me fear of losing her, the one who will love me with the same unconditional love I felt.

I loved and will always love Cassandra.

The next day we were still in the island which I named Cassandra, yes I was that love struck with her.

We went to Santorini and Athens, she was everywhere buying those little trinkets and even buying those identical cheap silver rings that was styled to look like intertwined vines, hers had a rose and thorns while mine only had one ruby stone on it and it was so tiny it looked like a drop of blood and of course thorns.

It held no monetary value but the sentimental value it held to me was more than the millions I make in a day.

"I love it here.." She smiled and looked at the sun that set over the vast clear blue ocean.

"We can always come visit, my love." I took her hand in mine and I felt her grip tighten in mine.

"Logan.. What are we?" She asked and that threw me off guard.

"We are husband and wife.." I stated the much obvious but I knew what she was asking me.

"You know what I meant..." Her grasp wasn't as tight as it was awhile ago, I felt like she was withdrawing herself away from me.

I grabbed her hand and kept my grip tight around her fingers.

"We are what we are Cassandra.. You are my wife and I, your husband. That's it, its not only by name or paper. I married you for reasons I am not ready to explain yet.. So please don't corner me." I said in a quick rush and left her there at the balcony standing with a surprised look in her face.

I panicked.

I'm stupid, I snapped at her.. she must think now I'm a total douchebag.

I couldn't just make her misunderstand me so I got back out but I was greeted by arms around my neck and lips against mine. I could smell that vanilla strawberry scent of her shampoo and God I was fücking lucky to have her.

"I love you too.." She whispered against my lips and I stiffened.

She heard me..

I didn't reply back, I just pulled her back close to me and kissed her hard, it made me remember.. made me remember the way she walked down that aisle, down that aisle in Rome.

Flashback

Fixing the bow on my tux I stared at the reflection of myself on the mirror, running my hand over and over again through my hair I felt nervous.

A knock came and it pulled me a bit away from my nerves twisting up and all.

Turning I saw my father standing there looking all intimidating as he'll ever be, he looked at me from head to toe, clad in an all black 3 piece suit I had a red rose on my pocket.

"Looking good there young man." My dad smiled and I did so back.

"Thanks dad.. I feel nervous." I breathed out looking at myself in the mirror one more time.

"So, tell me. Why are you marrying her? Is she with child?" He asked as if he just told me the day was great.

"No dad she isn't, I just love her.." I replied back, just staring at my father through the mirror.

"Is that so? When did that happen? Last I heard you were banging my secretary." Dad smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"I never fücked Stacey, you know me better than that dad." I fixed my suit and fiddled with that lone blood red rose on my chest pocket.

"Her names Stacia, but true. Its just this girl has been asking for you and well office gossip is that you know.." He made hand signals and all that it made me laugh.

"Dad seriously, you need to fire that woman." I smirked and he sighed, oh I know that sigh old man.

"I know I know but you know how that kiddo works for her little sister and as much as she acts like a slüt, I don't want it to be in my conscience that she couldn't feed her sister." Dad explained and I raised a brow

"I don't want to talk about this now dad.. My bride might think I stood her up on our wedding day." I sighed and walked to the door when he caught my arm with a tight grip.

"Marriage is no joke or walk in the park Logan, she seems to be a sweet girl and even if I don't know her it would be wise that you won't hurt her. " He whispered and looked at me in the eye to see if I was listening to what he was saying.

"Women are meant to be cherished, not played or hurt." were his parting words and later walked away as if the whole hour that we were talking never happened.

Like I ever thought of hurting Cassandra.. Just thinking that someone would and could hurt her makes my blood boil.

I stood at the end of the aisle, in front of the crowd of people I never really socialized much with but only did business with. They were looking around the grand cathedral that was decorated with just whites, silver and crystals.I know she wanted it simple but then I wanted to give the best to her even at the simplest things, especially our wedding.

"Still fücking nervous.." I mumbled and I felt a jab on my side making me turn and glare at the three bastards I called friends.

"You're one lucky asshöle." Mason said smiling for the first time of the day, the music started playing and the little girls came down the aisle spreading little red rose petals, the bridesmaids being my sister and her friends and also my cousin Bailey.

I felt my hands turn clammy and sweat hard as if I just washed my hand. Closing my eyes tightly and looked up at the high ceiling of the cathedral with old murals on it of angels and humans.

I prayed so hard, so hard that she didn't stood me up.

"Yep, one lucky bastard." Carter repeated what Mason just said, that made me look down and I think my heart stop when I saw her in that stunning, simple but elegant and also sexy wedding dress.

An angel fell from heaven and landed herself here in Rome.

I am one lucky asshöle/bastard.