Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 94: PRS

Alegra and Cromson’s entire family had gathered at the old church in Jerney, which had been beautifully transformed by the wedding organizer Morgan Elio had hired.

"Amazing! The decorations are absolutely gorgeous," one guest complimented, gazing at the garlands of white roses adorning every corner of the church.

"Yes, Morgan really put a lot of effort into this wedding. Just look at the crystals hanging from the ceiling. They look like shooting stars," another guest added in awe.

"This is the most magnificent wedding I’ve ever seen. No wonder it’s the union of the two largest families in South Korea," a relative whispered to the couple.

Just like Leon’s wedding, only relatives and close friends of the bride and groom were present at the church, so as not to disrupt the sacred ceremony.

"Children, sit quietly. The ceremony is about to begin," one mother said to her children running around the aisle.

"Mommy, when is Aunt Isabella coming? I can’t wait to see her wedding dress!" asked one of her little nieces, her eyes sparkling.

"It’s almost time, honey. Be patient," the mother replied, affectionately patting her daughter’s head.

At the altar, Morgan Elio stood proudly in a white tuxedo with a boutonniere on his left chest. He looked incredibly handsome, and a hint of happiness radiated from his slightly tense face.

"Calm down, bro. You look so nervous," whispered one of his friends, who was acting as his best man, patting him on the shoulder.

"I can’t calm down. This is the most important day of my life," Morgan Elio replied, his voice trembling slightly.

"You’ll be fine. Isabella is so lucky to have you," his friend comforted him with a smile.

Morgan’s heart raced, remembering that he would soon be the husband of the woman he loved so much.

"Oh my God, why is my heart beating so fast?" he murmured, taking a deep breath.

"This is normal, son. Every man feels the same on his wedding day," said his father, standing nearby with a proud smile.

He was truly nervous, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to make Isabella his wife and the only woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

"I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. So long," he whispered, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.

For Morgan, today was a historic day in his life. Being with Isabella had been his childhood dream.

"Finally, that dream has come true. Isabella will be my wife," he murmured with a happy smile.

As soon as the auspicious moment arrived, the figure so many had been waiting for finally arrived.

"She’s here! Look, Isabella’s here!" one guest whispered enthusiastically.

"Oh my, she’s beautiful! Like an angel descended from heaven!" another guest exclaimed in amazement.

With Demon, Isabella, who was wearing a white wedding dress with a long train trailing down the back of her dress, looked stunningly beautiful as she walked gracefully with a gentle smile, gazing at Morgan, whose unblinking eyes stared at the beauty walking towards him, her heart racing.

"Your daughter is so beautiful, isn’t she?" Catherine whispered to Demon, wiping away her tears.

"So beautiful. I’m so proud of her," Demon replied, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Daddy, I’m nervous," Isabella whispered to her father, holding his arm tightly.

"Calm down, honey. Daddy’s here with you. Everything will be fine," Albert comforted, gently patting his daughter’s hand.

The bridesmaids were equally beautiful, walking alongside Isabella as she made her way down the aisle.

"Bianca, you’re so beautiful today too," one of the bridesmaids complimented Isabella’s sister.

"Thank you. But today is Isabella’s day. She’s the one who shines the most," Liana said with a sincere smile.

Upon arrival, Albert handed Isabella’s hand, which had been holding his, to Morgan Elio.

"I entrust my most precious daughter to you. Promise me, you will always make her happy, no matter what. Love and protect her as if she were the apple of your eye. If one day you no longer love her, release her and return her to her family, because we will never tolerate betrayal," Albert said in a firm but loving voice.

"Daddy..." Isabella whispered, her eyes welling with tears at her father’s words.

"I will always remember Daddy’s words. I can’t make any promises, but I will prove to Isabella and her family that I can make her queen, the only woman in my heart and in my palace."

"The only woman who will accompany me from now on, until my last breath. From this moment on, I will continue Daddy’s responsibility to love her, protect her, and provide happiness throughout Isabella’s life," Morgan Elio replied, moving everyone.

"Amen," several guests said, wiping away their tears.

"Morgan, you’re a good man. I believe in you," said Demon, hugging his future son-in-law briefly before returning to his seat.

Even Isabella’s heart skipped a beat seeing and hearing how sincerely Morgan Elio said all this.

"Thank you, Morgan," Isabella whispered in a soft voice that only Morgan Elio could hear.

"I should be the one thanking you for accepting me," Morgan Elio replied, gently holding Isabella’s hand.

After Albert joined Morgan Elio and Isabella’s hands, he immediately stepped back and sat with his wife and family.

"Our child is all grown up, honey," Catherine whispered, holding Albert’s hand.

"Yes, I know. "Time flies so fast," Albert replied, looking at his daughter lovingly.

Morgan Elio smiled gently and took Isabella’s hand, then the two immediately turned to face the priest who would seal their sacred marriage vows before God.

"Morgan Elio Cromson, do you take Isabella Clark as your lawfully wedded wife, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the priest asked in a solemn voice.

"Yes, I do," Morgan Elio replied firmly and confidently.

"Isabella Clark, do you take Morgan Elio Cromson as your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Yes, I do," Isabella replied, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

After the wedding vows, the now-husband and wife proceeded to a photo session before leaving the church for the Cromson family’s luxurious mansion, where the wedding reception would be held.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. "Cromson!" the photographer said enthusiastically.

"Thank you!" Morgan Elio and Isabella replied in unison, smiling broadly.

"Now, can you two pose more romantically? Maybe gaze into each other’s eyes?" the photographer asked.

Morgan Elio and Isabella gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly, leaving everyone watching in awe.

***

GREP!!!

Isabella was startled when Morgan Elio suddenly hugged her from behind as soon as they arrived inside the mansion, where the back hall, which opened onto the expansive garden, would be the venue for tonight’s wedding reception.

"Morgan! You startled me!" Isabella said, her face flushed.

"Sorry, I couldn’t help myself," Morgan Elio replied, tightening his embrace.

"Thank you for being my wife. I am so, so happy," Morgan Elio whispered in a deep, husky voice, sending shivers down Isabella’s spine.

"You’re welcome, my husband. "I’m very happy too," Isabella replied softly.

The warm breath that touched the back of her neck made Isabella’s desire surge.

"Oh my God, why is my body reacting like this?" she thought, biting her lower lip.

"Calm down, Isabella, calm down! Hold on until the reception is over," she monologued.

As a married woman who hadn’t experienced such intimate touch in a long time, something deep inside Isabella stirred.

"This is different from before. Morgan’s touch makes me feel... alive," she thought, closing her eyes, enjoying the warmth of her husband’s embrace.

Their status was now legally and religiously legal. So it was natural, as newlyweds, for her to feel burning desire.

After managing to calm her pounding heart, Isabella turned her head without changing position. "I’m very happy to be your wife too, my husband," she replied, bringing a wide smile to Morgan Elio’s handsome face.

"I want to hear it again." "Call me husband one more time," Morgan Elio requested teasingly.

"Morgan!" Isabella protested, gently hitting her husband’s arm.

"Honey..." Morgan Elio said, immediately turning Isabella so they were facing each other.

"Yes?" Isabella replied, her face growing redder.

Cup!

A light kiss landed on Isabella’s lips. Seeing his wife remain expressionless, Morgan Elio moved again.

Cup! Cup! Cup!

"Morgan... wait..." Isabella said, her breath starting to hitch.

Morgan Elio’s three light kisses caused Isabella, who had already recovered from her shock, to suddenly turn red and her eyes slightly misty.

"You’re so beautiful when your face flushes like this," Morgan Elio murmured, caressing his wife’s cheek.

This sight heightened Morgan’s desire, and he quickly moved again, kissing his newlywed wife gently.

The kiss, initially gentle and controlled, suddenly became fierce and demanding. Isabella’s lips were already slightly swollen from Morgan Elio’s strong suction, but he didn’t stop and resumed his assault, until both of them were out of breath.

"Hah... hah... Morgan..." Isabella moaned breathlessly.

"Sorry... I can’t stop," Morgan Elio replied, his voice hoarse with desire.

The two newlyweds pressed their foreheads together, gasping for air to fill their lungs.

"Xander..." Isabella said, pushing her husband’s body slightly apart.

"Hmm?" Morgan Elio replied, his eyes still filled with desire.

Morgan Elio didn’t want this intimate encounter to end, staring at his wife with a sad look.

"Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?" Morgan Elio asked, his voice filled with concern.

"It’s not like that, but..." Isabella trailed off.

"We still have an event tonight, and after dinner, the MUA team will likely come to prepare for tonight’s event, so hold back a bit," Isabella said, gently stroking part of Morgan Elio’s face.

"Ah, I almost forgot. We still have the reception tonight," Morgan Elio said, slapping his forehead.

Cup!

Isabella’s palm, which was caressing half of Morgan Elio’s face, was kissed lovingly.

"Sorry, I lost control a little earlier," he said, slightly embarrassed.

"Don’t be embarrassed. I almost lost control too," Isabella replied with a shy smile. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"It’s okay. We’re both adults and now officially husband and wife, so it’s natural for us to do what we should," Isabella replied gently, trying to appease the man, who seemed unable to contain his pent-up desires, for a moment. At least, until the wedding reception was over.

"You’re truly understanding, my wife," Morgan Elio praised, kissing Isabella’s forehead.

Although no longer an innocent girl, the Phoenix System had made her a virgin, so Isabella looked forward to this first night, remembering that her first night with Daniel hadn’t lived up to expectations because he’d been drunk and kept muttering Afikah’s name at every step.

"Tonight will be different. I’m sure of it," she thought with a faint smile.

In the past, Isabella had been very naive. She’d even accepted all the insults with open arms, hoping to open her husband’s heart with sincerity, which in reality only ended in betrayal and pain.

"But that’s all in the past. I’ve recovered from that setback," she muttered to herself.

Now, she didn’t want to be as foolish as she used to be. She fervently hoped that Morgan Elio could be her final refuge, and they could navigate the harsh world together, building a warm and harmonious family.

"Morgan, I want us to build a happy family together," Isabella said sincerely.

"Of course, honey. That’s what I want too," Morgan Elio replied, hugging his wife tightly.

Not wanting to dwell on past memories, Isabella, feeling happy, gazed warmly at the man who had become her future.

"Let’s go downstairs. Let’s eat first before returning to the room to rest while we wait for the MUA team to arrive," Isabella suggested, earning a nod from Morgan Elio.

"Good idea. I’m hungry too," Morgan Elio replied, rubbing his stomach.

"You change first, this dress isn’t comfortable to move in," Morgan Elio said as he helped Isabella change.

"Okay, help me unzip the back," Isabella requested, turning her back to Morgan Elio.

Sensing a sense of danger as Morgan Elio helped her change, Isabella immediately ran to the walk-in closet and closed the door, leaving her husband frozen in place, his Adam’s apple bobbing, suppressing the rising desire that had returned after seeing his wife’s smooth back.

"Oh my... her back... is perfect," Morgan Elio muttered under his breath.

"Damn! I feel like locking her in her room right now!" Morgan Elio cursed under his breath.

Not wanting to scare his wife, Morgan Elio immediately went into the bathroom to calm his little sister down, as the time hadn’t come yet.

"Calm down... calm down... just a little bit," he muttered as he splashed his face with cold water.

"Be patient... tonight, you can move around as much as you like where you belong," Morgan Elio muttered under his breath as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom.