Officially Mr &Mrs Warren

As I type the note to go with the wedding photo I'm going to upload, I smile at my phone. I've always wanted this, but it's the one thing I never thought I'd be able to have with Ariel. This whole thing is surreal. Since we were married, there has been a change in our relationship. We used to be separated by an imperceptible barrier, but as soon as I went down the aisle, it vanished. It was this version of him that I fell in love with all those years ago. I feel like I can finally reach him, and I'm not going to let this opportunity slip away. I will never again forfeit a moment of my happiness for my sister, even if I love her to the core of my being and she made the decision to go. Just seconds after Ariel's announcement goes up, I'm smiling to myself as I upload the photo. I chose a picture of Ariel kissing me on our wedding day, and I know it will quickly become quite popular. I don't care if he's acting dirty or trying to put more distance between Loretta and himself. I'm done prioritizing other people over myself. A few moments afterward, my agent storms in with a distressed look on his face as the door to my dressing room opens so forcefully that it smashes against the wall. "This is what the fuck is?" With a terrified tone, John asks. He shows me the picture I just posted on his phone. "You married someone? Were you married? Regarding Ariel Windsor? You married the nation's most powerful media mogul, but you didn't even tell me about it? Arielle, what the fuck? I should have expected his response, but for the past several weeks, I've been in a stupor, unwilling to leave the bubble that Ariel and I were in because I'm afraid I'll wake up and find it was all a dream. "A surprise?" John gives me a fierce look, pain and rage flashing in his vivid blue eyes. It hits me square in the chest, and my casualness is replaced with regret. "I apologize," I say to him. I assure him, "It's not that I didn't want to invite you." Simply said, there wasn't a very big guest list. Since our families had been friends for a long time, my mother chose the guests on my behalf. I'm sorry, but work has kept me so busy. He shakes his head and looks away. "I understand." His voice doesn't match what he's saying. If it had been my wedding, I would have invited him, but how am I going to explain that? However, Arielle, I had no idea that you were seeing him. How did that come about? How and why, of all people, did you conceal a relationship with Ariel Windsor? That's just what I was worried about. People who know me well enough are aware that I haven't been dating for a while. When my dressing room door opens, I'm saved from having to answer. I let out a small gasp as Ariel entered the room flanked by six men. "Arielle," he approaches me and says. His hands are around my waist as he draws me into him and plants his lips against mine. He takes his time kissing me, teasing me until I'm out of breath as if we're the only two in the room. He then lowers his forehead to mine and takes a big breath. "I adore the picture you shared," he mumbles. "I assumed you would select a generic picture of us, or maybe one from the past few years, but you left no room for doubt." I recline in his arms and gaze at him, my heart exploding with unadulterated love. I mumble, "I'm proud to be your wife." "What makes me not want to show you off?" His lips lightly glide across my ear as he leans in. "You brightened my day," he mumbles. "I must give you a reward later." My cheeks get hot, and I start to shy away from him, feeling awkward all of a sudden. It takes me a moment to realize that John is staring at us with an expression I'm not sure I understand, but Ariel's bodyguards have their backs on us. Ariel steps back from me and puts his free hand around my shoulder before extending it towards John. "We haven't met, but I've seen you around. I am Ariel Windsor, the spouse of Arielle. The two guys shake hands, and I find it unsettling that John is staring at Ariel. John doesn't appear to be as thrilled to meet him as most others in the industry are. Pulling his hand away, he replies, "I'm also your new boss." "I purchased this agency because it is a perfect fit for my organization." I give him a startled look. "You what?" Ariel leans in, shrugging. "I believed that owning the business you work for would be beneficial for us. If you would want, you can have it. I'll give it to you under two requirements. "Under what circumstances?" Grinning, he runs a lip over my ear. "You are not permitted to overwork yourself anymore, nor are you allowed to run campaigns with other men." I look at him in shock, my mouth hanging open. "You don't like me shooting with men, so did you buy my whole modeling agency?" Ariel's eyebrows shoot up. What would happen if I did? Your spouse is me. My hands are the only ones that can be on your body. Since I couldn't order you to break any of your current agreements, I bought the business and terminated any contract that asked you to have even the slightest relationship with another man. "Ariel, you would have to pay millions of dollars to end any of my contracts. Are you crazy? He stopped for a second and grinned. I believe you are unaware that the value of your wedding ring surpasses the amount of the penalty I had to pay, my dear. In any case, it is irrelevant. Nothing is too much for me to do for you. We both become nervous when John abruptly reminds us of his presence and clears his throat. "Mr. Warren," he remarks in a sharp voice. Arielle has a photo shoot in a few minutes. We had to leave right now. Ariel shakes his head and tightens his hold on me. "It's called off. She's going home with me. With an apologetic look, he turns to face me. "My darling, the media has already descended upon this building." With his back to the bodyguard, Ariel tilts his head. "They'll safely transport us home." We'll be safe once we get through the Warren estate's gates. We will require them until then. He takes a little break. The media's quest to learn as much as they can about us will make the coming weeks difficult. In a way we have never experienced before, we will both feel compelled to take center stage. Warren Media is keeping an eye on any media coverage of us, and my legal team is prepared to take immediate action if necessary. I give him a smile and nod. "Never fear. Even as real fear seeps into my body, I tell him, "I'm used to dealing with the press." I've been fortunate to stay under the radar most of the time so far, but those calm days are over now that I'm the new Mrs. Warren.