[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 98: The Beginning of Forever

~Alistair’s POV~

It was Alex’s mother, her voice crisp and full of excitent. The invitations were ready, and she said they would be delivered to us the next day.

"Alright, Mother," Alex and I said.

When the call ended, Alex turned to , his eyes filled with emotion.

"The invitations are out, Alis," he said. "It’s finally happening... our wedding day is close."

We had been through so much, the separation, the family tension, and now, things were finally falling into place.

"It feels more real now, doesn’t it?" I said, leaning closer to him.

Alex reached out, drawing to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of the sofa. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his forehead against my stomach.

"It feels like we’re finally taking our lives back," he said quietly. "This ti... It’s not just a ceremony for them. It’s a statent that we belong together."

The next morning, a courier arrived.

The maid received the package and brought it to us. It was a heavy, cream-colored box, embossed with the Montclair crest.

We opened it together on the kitchen island.

Inside, the invitations were breathtaking, thick vellum paper with gold-leaf edges and elegant calligraphy that read:

The honor of your presence is requested

at the celebration of the union of

Alexander Montclair

&

Alistair Lawrence Montclair

Seeing our nas printed together like that, sanctioned by his mother and backed by the family na, sent a shiver down my spine.

"It’s ti, Alex," I said, a wide smile breaking across my face. "We need to start calling our friends and getting these out."

We carried the invitations from the kitchen to the living room and settled onto the sofa.

The elegant envelopes were spread out around us, so stacked neatly on the table, others in our hands.

Alex, ever the private man, had only a few nas on his list—loyal friends.

My list, on the other hand, was much longer. I went through na after na, my excitent building with each one...

until I reached the one I knew might change the mood.

I paused, looking at Alex cautiously. "Can I... can I invite Andrew?"

Alex didn’t hesitate. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Baby, all your friends are welco," he said softly. "I trust you, and I want everyone who matters to you to be there with you."

"Alright, baby," I murmured, a sense of relief settling in.

The following days passed in a blur of visits and quiet celebrations. We t with our closest friends, personally delivering the invitations.

My phone was constantly buzzing with congratulatory ssages, and even my mother called to say she had invited a few of her own high-profile friends, making sure the wedding would be perfect.

By midweek, our focus shifted to one of the most important parts of the wedding—our attire.

Alex drove us to a private boutique in the heart of the city, a place so exclusive it didn’t even have a sign on the door, reserved only for the elite.

Inside, the world of the ordinary seed to fade away.

The designer, a man known for dressing royalty, welcod us with a respectful bow.

Alex didn’t even glance at the price tags. Instead, he simply gestured toward the finest fabrics, silk, velvet, and rare wool, as if choosing them was the easiest decision in the world.

"I want the best for him," Alex said to the designer, his hand resting possessively on my waist. "Whatever my baby wants, whatever makes him look like the king he is, that’s what we’re getting."

He had the shop closed for the entire afternoon just for us.

As I stood on the pedestal, draped in fabrics that cost more than a luxury car, I caught Alex’s reflection in the mirror.

He wasn’t looking at the clothes.

He was looking at , with an expression that said he would give the whole world if I only asked.

Every stitch was asured to perfection, and every button was crafted from rare pearl or gold.

Alex insisted on custom-made shoes, hand-stitched leather, and cufflinks that shimred like fallen stars.

Money ant nothing to him. His only goal was simple, to make sure that when I walked down the aisle, the entire world would see just how much I was cherished.

The planning was exhausting, but with Alex by my side, making sure every single detail was a testant to his love, it felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

After we left the shop and returned ho, everything moved quickly.

The wedding was only two weeks away when the invitations went out, and we found ourselves racing against ti.

Not only were we finalizing the ceremony, but we were also quietly putting our travel plans in place.

We still carried the weight of our old plan to leave, but with the way things were changing within the family, everything felt different now.

A week before the big day, Alex’s mother ca to stay with us.

The guilt of keeping our departure a secret started to weigh on . I looked at Alex and realized that since she was truly trying, we owed her the truth.

We couldn’t begin our new life with a lie hanging over us.

We sat her down in the living room, the quiet of the evening settling around us.

Alex took the lead, his voice calm and respectful. He knew his mother better than anyone, and he understood exactly how to speak so she wouldn’t feel rejected or attacked.

"Mother," Alex began, holding my hand tightly, "there’s sothing we need to tell you."

His mother looked at us, her expression calm but curious. "What is it?"

Alex took a breath before continuing.

"We’ve decided that after the wedding, we’ll be moving back to the States."

"Does this have anything to do with ?" his mother asked quietly.

Alex paused for a mont before answering.

"No, Mother, it’s not about running away from you or anyone," he said gently. "It’s about starting a life that’s truly our own. We want to build our future there."

I braced myself for an outburst, rejection, or cold silence.

But none of it ca.

She looked at both of us for a long mont, then let out a soft sigh.

"I understand," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "As long as you take care of each other, that’s all that matters to now."

She paused before adding, "If anything ever goes wrong, you call ho. If you need anything at all, no matter the ti or what it is... you call ho."

"I won’t hold you back," she said softly. "Just be happy... and make sure you still reach out. Don’t disappear on ."

"Alright, Mom," we both said. "We promise to check on you from ti to ti. And you can always co visit us... we’ll visit you too whenever you miss us."

Alex’s mother nodded softly. "That’s fine. I wish you both a lifeti of happiness and a lasting union."

"Thank you, Mother," we said together.

We both stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace.

The relief that filled the room was undeniable.

We didn’t have to hide anymore. We didn’t have to keep looking over our shoulders, even at the airport.

His mother had accepted our decision without a single complaint or condition.

With that final weight lifted, everything felt easier.

A few nights before the wedding, Alex and I sat together on the balcony, surrounded by the quiet of the night, trying to decide on one last thing to do before the big day.

"We have two options, baby," Alex said, pulling into his side. "We could do a traditional bachelor night, or we could host a massive family dinner, your family, my family, and our closest friends all at one table."

Alex didn’t hesitate to share his preference.

"Honestly, I’d choose the dinner," he said. "I want to see our families finally sit together in peace. Not long ago, that would’ve been impossible. I want everyone at the sa table, happy and relaxed... before the chaos of the big day."

He looked at , his gaze softening.

"But I know you have more friends than I do," he said. "If you really want the bachelor night, we can do that."

He paused, then added, "We can always have the big dinner later, before we leave. The choice is yours, Alis."

I thought about it for a mont. A bachelor party sounded fun, but this wedding was about more than just a party; it was about reconciliation.

"I choose the family dinner too," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s not like this is our first ti getting married... but it is the first ti our families are truly on the sa side. I want our parents and friends to sit together, talk, and really get to know each other without any tension. I want that mory... before we walk down the aisle."

Alex smiled, looking relieved that we were on the sa page. "Then it’s settled. A family dinner it is."

I nodded, smiling. "Yes, love. I choose that too... I think it’ll be more fun."

"Alright, baby," Alex said. "We’ll start making..."