Vivenne's Pov
The ocean waves sounded steady outside our honeymoon villa as I watched Roman on the balcony.
I stepped outside and joined him. “You’ve been checking your phone less. That’s rare.”
He put it away and pulled me against his side. “Work can wait. This is a priority. You.”
We had flown to a private beach spot two days after the wedding. Simple villa, no staff except daily cleaners. Delia and Carter sent funny texts every morning. Nathaniel left a message wishing us peace. Even Diana sent a short note of approval.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “In my first life I never got this. I died before any real future started. Now I wake up every day and it’s real.”
Roman turned me to face him. “It’s real. And it stays that way.” His kiss came slow and sure. The possessive way h
