My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 7
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7 - In a world where men make the rules and women learn to live in their shadow, Tess does not belong anywhere. She is afraid of people. She looks at the ground when she has to speak, and in company, she would rather disappear into the floor. If she could, she would live in silence. Alone. But she cannot, and the world finds her anyway. And in it, a man who is not used to asking permission. Aiden is everything Tess fears: strong, uncompromising, and never one to look away.
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He stood before the altar, watching the priest’s preparations with a distant mind. His thoughts tangled and circled, but they all ended at one question. Would they give him the right one? Today he would say I do for the rest of his life. If it was Tess, perhaps his greatest dream would come true, essentially without him having done anything to earn it. And beautiful, timid Tess would be his forever. But if it was her sister, the dream would dissolve completely, and he would never so much as touch Tess again. How would he know? Would he recognize which one stood beside him before he swore the vow?
A glance would be enough. One look into her eyes and he would know at once which sister he was facing. When it occurred to him that even with Viktoria, seeing her would be enough, he searched the guests with naïve hope. Only then did he realize she could not be there at all. The parents pretended to have only one daughter. That was the one they would send down the aisle. The other would be hidden away.
His thoughts turned to the horse carriage waiting with the coachman outside the church. Tess would be terrified by the crowd. He needed to get her to safety as quickly as possible. But would he use it if he got Viktoria?
From somewhere in the distance, a sound pulled him back to reality. The soft rustle of fabric. Held breaths. Quiet, excited whispers among the pews. He turned. A figure in white stood in the doorway. Not a bride, alluring, radiant, breathtaking. Only a silhouette beneath a veil. Lord Anagnostos began to lead her slowly toward the altar.
What the hell are they trying to hide?! Aiden grew angry at the long, thick veil that concealed the bride’s face entirely.
If I didn’t already know the truth, and they had no idea I knew it, I would have no chance of suspecting anything. They are indistinguishable!
He watched with displeasure as they reached the altar. The girl took her place beside him, facing the priest. She did not glance at Aiden even once. Her father went to sit down, and Aiden turned toward the altar as well.
Well then. God’s will be done, he resigned himself inwardly.
The ceremony began at once. Aiden felt that his nerves could scarcely grow any tighter, and that there was nothing he could do about it. He did not hear the priest at all. He only prayed for it to end quickly. He stood motionless when it seemed to him that the girl beside him made a sound.
He held his breath, listening.
And yes.
It was ... a sob?
He strained his ears, and within moments he was certain. The girl beside him was crying! This was what they wanted to hide! Why would a bride weep if she were marrying willingly, the way Viktoria had been acting she would?!
Joy seized his heart.
It IS Tess!
He longed to pull her into his arms at once, to calm her, but he knew he must endure until the end of the ceremony. Until the point in this farce when Tess would be his wife beyond doubt. Besides, embracing her now would likely not calm her at all, but do the exact opposite.
With joy, he realized he could already begin planning how to help her overcome her fear. He understood she would never become a social creature, and that did not trouble him. But he absolutely wanted her to let him in.
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