Forbidden flames ignite when rivals become soulmates. Revenge threatens to tear them apart, yet their destined bond only burns brighter with each obstacle that stands in their way. The moment she appeared in her pristine wedding gown, the world dissolved into silence. Time itself seemed to surrender as my eyes found only her—the singular focal point of my existence. Reality blurred, leaving me questioning whether this magnificent moment was truth or illusion. A pinch to my own arm confirmed what my heart already knew: this was real. She radiated ethereal beauty in that gown, each stitch a testament to her elegance. The white roses clutched in her trembling hands paled against her natural luminescence. But her eyes—those mesmerizing eyes held entire galaxies within them, a depth that made her incomparable, irreplaceable. Clary, the woman who haunted my dreams, now walked toward me as my future wife. After countless pleas to the heavens, she finally bridged the distance between us. Soon, she would bear my name. Mine. The culmination of every desperate prayer and fervent hope. Tears streamed down my face as I watched her approach. The overwhelming gratitude and love rendered me speechless—this magnificent woman had chosen to journey through eternity beside me. My legs nearly buckled as she reached my side, more radiant than ever before. Her beauty transcended the physical realm. God, how desperately I loved her. Her own tears mirrored mine as she took her place beside me, her breathing trembling with emotion. This was quintessentially Clary—vulnerable, yet stronger than anyone I'd ever known. Once, I'd sought to shield her fragility, the very quality that drew me to her. She'd since blossomed into her own fortress, capable of standing alone. Yet my vow remained unchanged: I would protect her until my final breath, through every lifetime to come. "I love you, Clary," I whispered as the priest prepared to bind our souls in sacred matrimony.