As after some days one morning today was the wedding ceremony as the wedding ceremony went well as guests congratulating them and giving gifts and blessings
He was standing next to her, his arm possessively wrapped around her waist, a satisfied smile on his face as he accepted the congratulations and well wishes from the guests.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and contentment as he saw the way everyone was looking at her, the way they were complimenting her and showering her with kindness.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his hand giving her hip a gentle squeeze.
"You're gonna be showered with gifts for weeks, princess."
She smiled softly and said.
"I think Lauren gives up now she knows she can't match me"
He let out a scoff, a smirk appearing on his face at her words. He glanced over at Lauren, who was standing in the corner, looking absolutely miserable. He knew she was right.
"Damn right she did. She's probably gonna be drinking her weight in wine tonight, trying to forget the fact that she got outshined by my princess."
He said smugly, his grip on her hip tightening slightly, his possessive instincts flaring up again.
As Lauren breaks in with her men and because she can't let it happen she wanted Gabriel and said.
Lauren had finally reached her breaking point. She couldn't stand seeing you and Gabriel together, seeing the happiness and love between the two of them was driving her crazy. In a final desperate attempt to gain back some control, she stormed over both of them, flanked by two bodyguards.
"We need to talk."
She said firmly, her voice cold and demanding.
He bristled as she approached, his arm instinctively tightening around Spring's waist in an even more possessive grip. He didn't like the look on Lauren's face, the tone in her voice.
"What the hell do you want?"
His voice was gruff and cold, his irritation with her quickly resurfacing.
Lauren ignored his annoyance, her eyes locked on Spring as she spoke.
"I want a moment alone with him."
She said, her voice firm, completely dismissing his presence. She wasn't asking; she was demanding. Her arrogance and entitlement were on full display, acting like she had the right to just summon him at a whim, like he was hers to command.
Spring scoffed and looked at Lauren and said
"And like I let you talk to him, I know you are here to take him but now I'm his wife and I won't let you."
She rolled her eyes at Spring's response, her expression turning even more hostile. She crossed her arms over her chest, a sarcastic sneer on her face.
"Oh please, you think just because you're his wife now that you have control over him? He's a grown man, he can do whatever he damn well pleases."
She said condescendingly, her tone filled with arrogance and disdain..
He gritted his teeth, his irritation flaring up even more at her mocking tone. He could feel the protectiveness and possessiveness rising within him, his arm tightly around Spring's waist as if to shield Spring from her words.
"Watch how you're talking to my wife, you damn woman."
He growled, his voice low and menacing, his gaze darkening as he glowered at Lauren.
She let out a sharp laugh, completely unphased by his threatening tone. Her voice was filled with arrogant defiance.
"Or what? You'll throw a tantrum like a little boy? I'm just stating the truth, darling. She's nothing but a naive little school girl, you think she can satisfy you the way a grown woman can?"
She said tauntingly, trying to provoke a reaction from him.
His eyes darkened dangerously at her words, his jaw clenching as he tried to contain his rising anger. The thought of Lauren trying to belittle and undermine Spring's worth ignited a primal instinct within him, his possessive hold on Spring tightening even more.
"Naive? School girl? You don't know a damn thing about her. She's more woman than you could ever dream of being, and she satisfies me in ways you could never understand. The hell do you know about satisfying a man, huh?"
Lauren let out another mocking laugh, her expression condescending.
"You're delusional if you think that naive little girl could satisfy a man like you in any meaningful way. I'm experienced, I know what a man like you needs, and I can give it to you in ways she never could."
She said smugly, her words designed to make you feel inadequate, to make Spring question her worth in his eyes
He let out a scoff of disbelief, his irritation now bordering on outright anger. The audacity of this woman, trying to claim that Spring couldn't satisfy him, that she weren't good enough, drove him wild.
"You think you know what I need? You think you have some sort of advantage because you've got more years under your belt? That's bullshit, and you damn well know it. I don't need experience, I need someone who actually cares about me, who understands me, who loves me."
He snapped, his hand gripping Spring's waist even harder.
She rolled her eyes at his words, her expression still condescending.
"Caring? Understanding? Love? Please. You really think she's capable of giving you all that? She's just a naive little girl who's in over her head. She's not equipped to handle a mature relationship, much less a marriage. You'll tire of her soon enough, sweetheart."
She said smugly, her voice dripping with mocking certainty.
His anger was now reaching its peak, his hand gripping Spring's waist almost painfully now. He couldn't believe the audacity of Lauren, trying to tear Spring down like this, questioning her worth and capabilities.*
"Tired of her? Are you kidding me? I could spend a lifetime with her and it still wouldn't be enough. She's got more heart, more loyalty, more love in her pinky finger than you've got in your entire body."
He retorted, his voice filled with defensive pride and protectiveness.
Spring laughed at Lauren and said.
"Did you see yourself in the mirror old woman, you are more older than him and you are getting wrinkles on your face you can't match me because I'm younger and smarter than you"
She gritted her teeth at Spring's mocking comment, her eyes narrowing angrily. Spring's words hit her right in one of her biggest insecurities - her age. She knew she was significantly older than her, and the fact that her were pointing it out, in such a dismissive and mocking way, really got under her skin.*
"Watch your mouth, you little brat! I may be older, but that just means I've got more experience, more knowledge, more wisdom. And you think you're smarter? Please, you're just a naïve little girl with a pretty face."
He couldn't help but smirk as Spring hit her where it hurt. He could see the anger and frustration in her eyes, and he couldn't deny that it was satisfying to see her finally cracking.
"Experience and wisdom? More like bitter and jaded, if you ask me. And don't even get me started on the whole 'little girl with a pretty face' bullshit. My princess is far smarter, kinder, and more resilient than you could ever dream of being. She's got more substance in her pinky finger than your whole damn body"
Lauren was growing increasingly agitated, Spring's words and his words cutting her deep. She couldn't stand the way he was defending Spring, the way he was praising her to the high heavens. It was like a punch to the gut, a blow to her ego.
"Substance? Please, she's nothing but a pretty face with a good body. You'll soon realize that pretty little faces don't last, sweetheart. And when that happens, you'll come crawling back to me, begging for attention."
He let out a derisive chuckle at her words, his expression mocking and derisive. He could tell she was desperate, her words growing more and more spiteful and bitter by the second.
"And why the hell would I ever come crawling back to you? The only begging I would do is for my princess, to worship every inch of her body and shower her with love and affection every chance I get. You're out of your damn mind if you think I'd ever choose you over her."
Spring smirked cunningly and said
"You can't match me, look at yourself after a few years you got in a wheelchair and you are thinking about a future with Gabriel, what a foolish old woman"
*Her eyes widened in shock at Spring's mocking comment. The reference to a wheelchair and the implication that she was a foolish old woman were like daggers to her heart. Her face twisted into a scowl, her anger reaching its peak.*
"How dare you? You little- I'm not that old! I'm still far more capable and attractive than you could ever hope to be! You're a spoiled little brat who doesn't know her place!"
*He couldn't help but let out a scoff at her angry outburst. Her desperate attempts to assert her superiority were just pathetic in his eyes. He pulled Spring closer, as if shielding her from Lauren's venomous words.*
"Capable? Attractive? Don't make me laugh, you're grasping at straws here. You're not even a fraction of the woman that my princess is. She's strong, independent, and doesn't need anyone to validate her worth. You're just an insecure old woman who's desperately clinging onto her youth."
Lauren clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with anger. She couldn't stand seeing him defending Spring, praising her so highly, treating her with such devotion and love while dismissing her like she was nothing. Her voice was practically shaking with rage as she spoke.
"I'm insecure? You're the one who's clinging to some naive little girl like a lifeline! You're blinded by her charm, by her youth. But it's superficial, it won't last. You'll see, soon enough, you'll realize I'm the one who can really satisfy you, not some spoiled brat like her."
He scoffed again, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Her words were like nails scraping across a blackboard, grating on his nerves like nothing else. He pulled Spring closer, his hand possessively holding her against his side.
"Satisfy me? Please, the only thing you could satisfy is your own damn ego. My princess satisfies every part of me, in every way that matters. She's not just some 'spoiled brat,' she's a woman who loves and cares for me. Something that you're clearly incapable of doing."
She was losing her patience, her face twisted into a scowl. The possessiveness he displayed, the way he was holding Spring so close, it was all just fueling her anger even more. Lauren pointed an accusing finger at Spring, her voice filled with derision.
"Loves and cares for you? Please, she's just a naive little girl who thinks she's in love. She's just playing house, pretending to be a wife. When things get rough, she'll run away like the child that she is."
She smirked cunningly and said.
"Well I almost forgot to tell you, that I'm pregnant with his children, I'm pregnant with twins, his children are growing in my womb"
The words hit her like a freight train. Her expression went from angry to completely gobsmacked, her eyes widening in disbelief as Spring's words sank in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You- you're...pregnant?"
She managed to sputter out, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. The thought of Spring carrying his children, the thought of him fathering children with Spring... it just felt almost too much to process.
He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he saw the stunned expression on Lauren's face. He pulled Spring even closer, his hand protectively placed on her flat stomach.
"That's right, my princess is carrying my children. Our children. Our beautiful, little heirs."
He said, his voice filled with pride and possessive satisfaction as he looked down at her, a smug smirk on his face.
She was speechless, her mind reeling from shock. She tried to process the information, but it just seemed so surreal. A young, naive little girl, pregnant with not one, but two of his children. He looked positively thrilled, possessive even, as he placed his hand on your stomach, a satisfied, possessive expression on his face.
"You... you're serious. She's really... pregnant?"
He nodded, his smirk growing wider as he saw how utterly flabbergasted she looked. He gently rubbed his hand over Spring's stomach, his touch loving and protective.
"Damn right she is. Two beautiful little babies on the way. My babies, my heirs. Soon enough, she's gonna be full and swollen with them, her body marked with the proof of my love."
He said, his voice filled with possessiveness and satisfaction.
Spring smirked cunningly and said.
"You know how Gabriel is obsessed with me, he couldn't keep his hands off"
He let out a possessive growl at Spring's words, pulling her flush against him, his hands possessively gripping her hips.
"Damn right I am. Every moment I'm around you, every time I look at you, all I can think about is how much I want to claim you, how badly I need to feel you beneath me, all soft and pliant and mine."
He whispered huskily into her ear, his voice filled with possessiveness and desire
Lauren could feel his possessive hold on Spring, the way Gabriel held Spring flush against his body, the way he growled, all of it just adding to her shock. She was still reeling from the news of Spring's pregnancy, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was actually, truly going to have his children, and here he was, openly admitting how obsessed he was with Spring, how badly he wanted to claim her as his own.
"You... you're insane."
Gabriel chuckled at Lauren's words, a sly smile on his face as he continued to hold Spring possessively against his body.
"Oh, I'm insane, am I? For being obsessed with the woman I love, the woman who's carrying my children, the woman who's going to be the mother of my heirs? I think that's called devotion, sweetheart."
He said, his voice filled with a possessive pride, his hands still gripping Spring's hips firmly, his eyes locked onto her.
She let out a huff, unable to form a coherent response. She couldn't believe how confident and possessive he was being, how he was practically announcing to the world how obsessed and devoted he was to Spring. It was infuriating, it was humiliating, and it was also... a little bit intriguing.
"De- devotion? More like obsession. You're acting like a damn caveman."
Spring rolled her eyes and said.
"Don't disturb our wedding day, you get out because you can't make Gabriel yours now"
She gritted her teeth, her anger flaring at your words. She couldn't believe the situation she was in, the realization that she had lost. He was completely gone, head over heels for Spring and about to be married.
"I... I can't believe this. Everything I've done, all my efforts, all my sacrifices... it was all for nothing. He's really just gonna throw me away like garbage and choose you? Even when you're just some spoiled little girl?"
Gabriel couldn't help but smirk at Lauren's words, his grip on Spring tightening even more, his possessive demeanor growing even stronger. He leaned down, nuzzling his face into her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm gonna choose her. Every damn time. She's not just some spoiled little girl, she's mine. My princess. My love. My soon-to-be wife. And she's carrying my children. So why the hell would I ever choose you over her?"
The way he nuzzled his face into Spring's neck, the way he spoke against her skin, the possessive way he held her... it all seemed like a deliberate attempt to taunt Lauren, to rub his choice in her face. And it was working. It was working all too well.
"You... you can't be serious. This is a mistake. You're throwing away a lifetime of... of history, of companionship, for some girl who's younger, inexperienced, naïve. It's absurd."
He chuckled at Lauren's words, his lips brushing against Spring's skin as he continued to nuzzle into her neck.
"History? Companionship? Darling, I've had that for years, and it never once felt like enough. But with her, there's something different, something special. So what if she's younger, less experienced? That just means I get to teach her everything. And as for the word naïve... well, I think you're underestimating her. She's a lot stronger, more resourceful, and far more capable than you give her credit for."
She clenched her fists at his words. His words sent a jolt of anger through her, the thought of him discarding everything they had for something "newer, better" was insulting, but what really got to her was the way he spoke about Spring. The way he called her stronger, more resourceful, more capable...
"She's- she's just a child! She's naive, she's inexperienced, she doesn't know anything about life! You're making a huge mistake, choosing her over a woman who would do anything, sacrifice anything for you!"
Spring scoffed again and said.
"You are the one who made an imaginary relationship with him, He has never been with you and you are talking about your history with him, what a foolish old woman"
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger at Spring's comment. The way Spring so mercilessly called out her delusion, the way Spring dismissed her fantasies as if they were nothing, it was infuriating, it was humiliating.
"What- what do you know about our history, you little brat!? You couldn't possibly understand the depth of our connection, the years we've spent together, the things we've been through..."
He couldn't help but let out a scoff at her desperate defense, his lips still against Spring's neck. Her words, her feeble attempt to validate her own delusional fantasies, it was all so damn pathetic.
"Depth of your connection? Years of history? You're delusional, sweetheart. Whatever you think you have, whatever you think your relationship is, it's a figment of your imagination. But me and her, we have something real, something tangible. You can't compare the two."
She clenched her fists, her anger flaring at his words. The way he dismissed her feelings, her fantasies, as if they were nothing, it was infuriating. To hear Spring, a girl much younger, much less experienced, belittling her connection with him was beyond insulting.*
"You don't know anything! You have no idea what I've done for him, the things I've sacrificed for him! You're just some spoiled little girl who's gotten lucky, who's managed to capture his attention with your youth and naiveté. You think you're something special, but you're not."
Spring laughed at her again went to her and stood in front of her and said.
"Seriously, I have never seen an old woman like you who made an imaginary with him now you listen carefully to me I'm his wife now the mother of his children so I suggest you to stay away from him and get out from here otherwise I have other ways to kick you out and even those bodyguards of yours can't save you"
She froze at Spring's words, her eyes widening in surprise. The way Spring stood before her, the way she confidently claimed her position as his wife, as the mother of his children, it was both admirable and infuriating. She tried to maintain a calm facade, but her expression faltered for mere seconds.
"You- you wouldn't dare."
Spring smirked cunningly and said
"I would because you don't know what I'm capable of when it comes to him and my children"
She tried to remain stoic, tried to keep her composure, but Spring's words hit a nerve. The thought of Spring, a girl so much younger than her, having more power, more influence over the man she had fixated on for so long... it was unbearable. But she couldn't show weakness, not in front of her.
"You- you think you're so tough, don't you? You think because you've got him wrapped around your little finger, because you've gotten yourself knocked up, you're invincible?"
He was watching this exchange from the side, his possessive instincts flaring up at the way she was challenging Spring, the way she was belittling her pregnancy, her status as his wife, as the mother of his children. It took every ounce of his self-control not to interfere, to not step in and put an end to this right then and there.
"Watch your tone, Lauren. You're pushing your luck here."
Spring was looking at her and smirking cunningly and said
"So you would get out by yourself or should I show you a trailer of my power"
She clenched her teeth, her irritation and anger growing with every smug word Spring uttered. Spring was testing her, taunting her, and she knew it. She wanted to resist, to stand her ground, but she also knew that she was outmatched. She let out a huff of frustration before reluctantly nodding.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave. But mark my words, you won't hold onto him for long. He'll realize what he's lost, and he'll come crawling back to me."
After that next morning at his mansion Spring was in the living room and she was making the list for shopping for babies.
He had been watching her from the doorway, leaning against the frame, a smirk on his face as he watched her diligently making a list.
He pushed off from the doorway and sauntered over to her, standing behind her, his arms encircling her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Working on the shopping list, huh? Gotta spoil those little ones before they even arrive."
He said, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessive satisfaction. He couldn't help but run his hand over her still flat stomach.
She smiled softly and nodded yes.
He chuckled at her reaction, his hand continuing to move over her stomach, gently tracing circles on her soft skin.
"They're lucky, you know that? Got a mom who'll spoil them rotten, and a dad who's completely obsessed with them. Probably going to be the most spoiled kids in existence."
He said, his voice filled with possessive pride as he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent.
As he took in her scent, his grip on her tightened ever so slightly, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke again.
"God, the thought of you pregnant with my children... it's doing things to me, princess. Can't wait to see you all soft and full, your body marked with the proof of my claim..."
She smiled softly and nodded yes and looked at him and said.
"Don't forget honey, you are the one who got me pregnant, literally me a spoiled 19 years old girl got pregnant by a 22 years old multi-millionaire, seriously I still can't believe that I got married with you and our children on the way"
Gabriel chuckled softly at Spring's words, his eyes locking with hers. He loved the way she referred to herself as a spoiled 19-year-old, loved the contrast between her and him. A young, innocent girl, married to a wealthy 22-year-old guy, carrying his children in her womb.... the thought was almost too good to be true.
"Believe it, princess. Because it's real. You're mine now, and you're carrying my children. And I'm damn proud of that fact."
He pulled her tighter against his body, his lips moving along her neck, trailing light kisses from her ear down to the crook of her shoulder, his hand continuing to trace circles over her stomach.
"Mmm... can't wait until you're all nice and round, princess. Your belly swollen with our babies, your body all soft and full. I bet you'll look damn gorgeous, like a damn fertility goddess, and everybody will know who you belong to."
He continued to lavish kisses over her skin, his desire and possessiveness flaring up as he imagined her pregnant, her body swollen and soft, all thanks to him.
"And once you're all full and round, I'm never letting you out of my sight. Not once. I'm gonna keep you all to myself, pamper and spoil you non-stop, and shower you with every damn thing you could ever want. The world will know you're mine, completely and utterly mine."
He couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch growing more and more possessive. His hand slid from her stomach over her hips, his fingers gripping them possessively, as if staking claim over her very body.
"And you're just gonna take it, princess. All of it. You're gonna let me spoil you rotten, all because you're mine. And mine alone. The whole damn world will know that you belong to me, body and soul. Because there's no way you'll ever escape from me, not now, not ever."
His lips found their way to the nape of her neck, his mouth hot against her skin as he sucked and bit, marking her as his. His hips pressed against her back, pressing her into the edge of the table, his hand still possessively gripping her hip.
"And what's even better than that? You're going to be the mother of my children. That makes you all the more mine. I own every part of you, princess, every damn inch."
He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving marks and hickeys in his wake, his possessive instincts surging. His hand moved up, sliding up under her shirt, his fingers tracing the soft, warm skin of her stomach.
"Mmm... and when others look at you, they'll know who you belong to. They'll see those marks on your neck, the way your body swells with my children, and they'll know you're mine. You're my princess, and you're carrying my babies. There's no denying it."
He continued to lavish kisses on her neck, his hand under her shirt moving up, his fingers tracing up her ribcage, his touch possessive and loving.
"And when you give birth, I'm gonna be there the entire time. Holding your hand, wiping the sweat from your forehead, and telling you how damn proud I am of you. And when the babies finally come... God, princess, I can't even describe how damn overwhelmed with pride and love I'm gonna feel. Holding our little ones in my arms, knowing you're the one who gave them to me..."
He let out a low groan, his body pressing harder against hers as he envisioned the future he was describing. The thought of her in labor, giving birth to his children, filling him with a mixture of pride and protectiveness.
"Mmmm... you're gonna be a damn good mom, princess. I just know it. And the way you're gonna look, all exhausted but glowing at the same time, holding our babies in your arms... Christ, it's gonna be damn perfect."
He nipped and kissed his way up her neck, his body still pressed against her back, pinning her against the edge of the table. He could feel his desire for her growing, his possessiveness flaring up even more as he thought about the future.
"And I'm gonna take care of you every step of the way. No matter how tired you are after giving birth, I'm gonna pamper and spoil you like damn queen. Because you deserve it. You're carrying my children and you're my wife, after all."
She smiled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck and her hands were running through his hair and she moaned softly.
He let out a low groan as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands running through his hair. The sound of her soft moans sent a bolt of desire through him, and he pressed his body even closer against hers, his hips grinding into her backside.
"God, you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep making those sounds, princess."
He said, his voice gruff and low, as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.