Chapter 591. Love

A love like the kind her parents shared was almost like a fairytale…

She sighed and touched her small belly. Big Philippe placed his large warm hand over hers and whispered concernedly in her ear,

“Princess?”

She looked up into his dark eyes and felt the rush of affection, of love that kept them bound to each other. Philippe, the Capo would bring the Moon and place it at her feet if she asked for it, she thought and unmindful of the crowds milling around her, the sound of glasses clinking, the chatter of people as, Ria reached up and pulled his head down. Murmuring against his lips,

‘Philippe Diaz, I love you,” as she kissed him.

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Piers Delano was staring at his phone. His mind was on other matters, although he had turned up for the party after his twin’s wedding ceremony. It had been a brief ceremony; Philippe had been born a Catholic, so there had been a small wedding service at Church. Old man Diaz had passed away a few years ago, and Philip