Chapter 53 Final Epilogue and His Favorite Sin Book Introduction
AVA’S POV
The Wedding
Sometimes, I catch myself staring at her—Maria just to remind myself she’s real.
Six months old, and already the center of our world. She had Wolfe’s lips and my nose, and eyes that were still deciding what color they wanted to be. Sometimes grey, sometimes brown, sometimes a soft storm between.
Right now, she was in my mother’s arms, dressed in a tiny satin gown that had bows on the sleeves and frills that made her look like a walking cupcake. Wolfe had picked it out himself. Said it looked “regal.” He couldn’t stop fixing the bow on her headband all morning like it was the most important job he’d ever been given.
I still couldn’t believe he was mine.
He wasn’t supposed to be. But here we were. On our wedding day. And he was waiting for me at the altar.
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When I first told my parents about Maria, I was terrified.
They’d flown in the next day. Wolfe opened the door, and my mom just stood there, frozen, blinking past him into the living room where Maria was lying in her little bassinet. She had one sock on, drool on her chin, and was smiling at the ceiling fan like it was telling jokes.
My dad's mouth fell open.
“This is a prank,” he said flatly.
“It’s not,” I replied.
“We didn’t even know,” Wolfe added. His voice was calm, steady, but I knew he was nervous too. “It was a cryptic pregnancy. We only found out when Ava went into labor.”
My mom slowly walked over, knelt down, and picked Maria up. No questions. No yelling. Just wonder. Her hands trembled.
“She’s so… tiny,” she whispered.
And then she looked at Wolfe, who had gone strangely quiet beside me. “Is she yours?”
He met her gaze head-on. “Yes, ma’am.”
Silence. Then my dad laughed and muttered, “I wasn't expecting a granddaughter so early but I will cherish her”
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Now, here we were seven months later, and I was standing behind the chapel doors in a wedding dress that fit me perfectly well.
The music started.
My dad stood beside me, straightening his tie, blinking fast like he was trying not to cry.
“You ready?” he asked.
I nodded. But my throat tightened. My palms were sweating. Not from fear. From the weight of it all.
I took a breath and wrapped my arms around my dad's right arm as I walked in.
My gaze moved towards Wolfe who looked like something out of every dream I never let myself have. Charcoal suit. Shirt unbuttoned just enough to be him. Hands at his sides, fidgeting just a little. His eyes were already glossy.
The man who kissed me and took care of me like I was something fragile. The same man who walked the floor with Maria at night, humming lullabies in that gravel-deep voice just to keep her from waking me. The man who, against every rule, every warning, and every fear, loved me.
And now, we were standing in front of each other at the altar—his hand in mine, our daughter watching from my mother’s arms, wearing a frilly white gown that swallowed her whole.
He smiled at me.
Slow, soft, the kind of smile that pulled all the oxygen out of the room. He took my hand the moment my dad let it go. Pressed a kiss to my knuckles. Whispered, “You look like forever.”
I nearly lost it right then.
Maria, on the other hand, let out a hiccup. A little squeak that made everyone smile.
The priest chuckled gently, then opened his book.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, family, and friends, to witness the union of Ava and Wolfe in holy matrimony. This is not just the joining of two people, but the weaving together of two souls, two lives, and today, with baby Maria here, a family that has already begun.”
Wolfe’s fingers tightened around mine.
“You have already weathered storms. You have already stood through sleepless nights and the unexpected. You have built trust in the quiet moments—the kind that define real love. And today, we honor that.”
I blinked fast, trying to keep my tears at bay. Wolfe was already teary-eyed. No shame in it. Not with him.
The priest smiled at the both of us.
“Marriage is a commitment, yes. But more than that—it’s a promise. A promise to choose each other, every day. In chaos. In calm. In laughter, in heartbreak, in diapers and baby bottles and late-night fevers. You’ve already lived what many call the hard part, and yet you’re here. Stronger. Ready.”
Maria let out a soft coo again. The priest chuckled. “And I see your little one agrees.”
Everyone laughed quietly, gently. Wolfe glanced at her and smiled—slow and full of love.
“Wolfe and Ava,” the priest continued, “before we proceed to the vows, I ask: Do you come here today of your own free will, to give yourselves fully and completely to one another?”
Wolfe said it without hesitation. “I do.”
My voice was a whisper. But firm. “I do.”
“Then we’ll begin the vows.”
Wolfe didn’t reach for a piece of paper. He just held my hand and looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.
“I don’t have anything written,” he said, voice raw. “Because nothing I could write would’ve ever captured this. You. Us. I didn’t think I’d get here. I didn’t think someone like me deserved a forever. But then you came into my life. And you didn’t run. You stayed. You fought. And you gave me her.”
He nodded toward Maria. I glanced over—my mom rocked her gently, her eyes already glassy.
“I will protect you. Provide for you. Put you first. I will love you when you’re strong and when you’re falling apart. And if there’s ever a day you can’t hold yourself up then I’ll do it for you. Every single time.”
I was sobbing before I even began mine.
“I never expected this,” I whispered. “You were the forbidden thing. The wrong choice. And you turned out to be the safest place I’ve ever known. You make me feel braver than I am. You love me even when I’m tired, difficult. You gave me my daughter. You give me peace. I promise to love you without holding back. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”
The priest smiled softly. “Thank you both. May I have the rings?”
My dad passed them over—his hand shaking just a little.
Wolfe slipped mine on first, whispering, “Mine.”
I placed his on next. “Always.”
“By the power vested in me,” the priest said, “and with the blessing of your family, friends, and that beautiful little girl staring at us from the front row... I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
He grinned.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Wolfe kissed me like the world had gone silent. Like there was nothing left to prove. Just us. Our daughter. Our future.
Applause. Laughter. My mom crying. My dad was wiping his face like it was dust in the air.
Then Wolfe turned to Maria and reached for her.
My mom stood, passed her over like she was the crown jewel of the moment. And when Wolfe held her, something in him cracked open. Completely.
He kissed her forehead and whispered, “Mommy’s stuck with us now, baby girl.”
She giggled. For real. Like she understood.
And then we walked back down the aisle. Wolfe carrying Maria, my hand in his, hearts full, lives changed forever.
This wasn’t just a wedding.
This was the ending everyone said we’d never get.
And it was perfect.
BOOK INTRODUCTION: His Favorite Sin
Genre: Dark Taboo Erotica / Age-Gap / Guardian Romance / Psychological Power Play
Blurb: After her mother’s sudden death, 19-year-old Salem Voss is sent to live with the man named as her legal guardian: Lucian Vale—a cold, elusive billionaire who was once her mother’s secret lover. He’s powerful. Private. And twenty years older.
She barely remembers him.
He remembers everything.
Especially the way her mother used to talk about Salem like she was a fire no one could control.
Especially the way she looks now—lonely, beautiful, defiant.
Lucian tries to keep his distance, but Salem doesn’t make it easy.
She challenges him. Flirts. Pushes. Wants to be seen.
And when she finally finds the locked room in his mansion filled with dark art, velvet restraints, and recordings of his past lovers… she understands exactly who Lucian is.
And exactly what she wants him to do to her.
But Lucian didn’t get rich and powerful by being soft.
He’s obsessive. Jealous. Wickedly in control.
And when he finally breaks?
Salem doesn’t just become his responsibility.
She becomes his addiction.
His forbidden desire.
His favorite sin.
But someone else knows what Lucian’s doing behind those locked doors—someone from his past. And if the truth comes out, he won’t just lose Salem.
He might destroy her.
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What to Expect:
Age-gap
Guardian/ward dynamic
Dark psychology
Dominance & submission
Power imbalance (but consensual, edgy)
Obsession, degradation, possessiveness
Virgin heroine, experienced and emotionally damaged MMC
Shadowed pasts, mystery, slow-burn danger
Rich, dark mansion setting (stormy nights, locked doors, surveillance, etc.)
Guilt-laced lust + emotional unraveling