Yours Completely(70)

“Ditto,” Clarissa called out.

“That's what I was going to say next,” Gwen mumbled, but she did so with a smile.

Ella clinked her glass against everyone in the room. Love and friendship flowed through her veins and she couldn't imagine feeling happier. Well, that wasn't true. If Jace were here, then she would. But that would happen in just a few more minutes.



Jace waited patiently at the small gazebo. He waited patiently as Jason and Allison came up the path, followed by Madelyn and Jace's college friend, Carter. He waited patiently as he heard the horses stop and the creak of a wooden carriage.

He waited patiently as his father escorted the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen down the dirt path and into his arms.

It took everything he had not to kiss her right then. Every muscle in his body wanted to wrap around his bride, to make sure that she was his for now and forever, but he was trying to be patient.

She grinned up at him, her hazel eyes sparkling with excitement as Charles put her hand in Jace's. Just touching her skin gave him goosebumps of the best kind and he felt like if he smiled any wider his face would fall apart from sheer joy.

The movies, the love songs, the books- they always said how wonderful love was. They were wrong. This was beyond perfect. This was every hope and dream, every desire, every future he could imagine.

He loved Ella with every molecule of his body and soul.

Quickly, Jace leaned in. “I like the dress. My sister had one just like it,” he whispered.

“Shhh!” Ella said with a smile. Together, they turned and faced the minister. It was just the three of them in the gazebo, while their friends and family stood in a small semi-circle outside. This was just for close friends and family. Jace knew the photographs would be leaked eventually, but for now, the only people to see their love were the people who would appreciate it.

A small, intimate ceremony, just like they both wanted.

Jace took Ella's hands in his, even though it wasn't quite time. He couldn't bear the idea of not touching her. She in turn grinned more broadly up at him and tightened her fingers on his, telling him that she felt exactly the same way.

Together, they said the words that would bind them legally together, but in reality, they had already said them. They had already promised their hearts and minds to one another a year ago. Their fates were so entwined with love that they couldn't have done anything else.

“I love you,” Ella whispered as he slid the ring onto her finger. Her eyes danced with excitement and joy.

“I love you,” he whispered back. “I'm yours completely.”





Thank you!


Thank you so SO much for reading my book “Yours Completely”. I hope to turn Billionaires and Brides into a long series, each with a different billionaire and bride. If you would like that, or if you just enjoyed this book, please leave a review! Thanks!

As a special bonus to my readers, please enjoy the novel “Sunrise Kisses”. This is a standalone novel that does not require you to read any other books in the series to enjoy. I hope you like it! :)

-Krista





Sunrise Kisses: Chapter 1


What the freaking hell?

I stood in the doorway and stared. This had to be a nightmare. A bad dream. There was no possible way this could be real. He wouldn't do this to me. He couldn't do this to me! And yet, there he was...

Banging the waitress.

While I looked on in horror.

I didn't know what to do. I had been so excited about the phone call for the most amazing job ever that I had literally ran the four blocks to Chad's apartment, the one I had a drawer and part of the closet at, to tell him the good news.

I had ignored the locked door and the strange sounds I heard inside, my excitement and eagerness at telling the news to my soon-to-be fiancé overriding everything. Well, now ex-soon-to-be fiancé.

She moaned, arching her back and flipping her bleach blonde hair around as he railed her from behind. They were both so busy cheating that neither one had heard the front door open. I had no idea what to do next.

Do I knock on the bedroom door and ask politely what was going on? Did I turn around and leave? Come back later after breakfast? This wasn't exactly something polite manners of society covered. So, I did the first thing that popped into my head.

I threw a lamp at them.

Glass shattered above the headboard. I hated that lamp anyway. The ugly off-white lampshade hit Chad in the head and I smiled. It had been a split second decision not to throw it directly at him, so I was glad something had at least hit him. The two illicit lovers froze mid pump, both of them turning at the same moment to see where the flying lamp had come from.

“You don't find her that hot, huh?” I asked, looking Chad in the eye. He at least had the decency to blush. He had, after all, told me several times that there was nothing going on between him and Charity. Nothing. They were just friends. He tipped her well because she was nice, not because she had a big rack.