Chapter 10 - ASHES OF THE EMPIRE
The aftermath of Lorenzo's death sent shockwaves through the city's underbelly, but Dominic moved with swift, ruthless precision to consolidate his power. With the traitor excised from the family, the rival factions fell into line. Dominic was no longer just the heir; he was the undisputed king, and he had proven he could survive the impossible.
A month later, the Rossi estate looked entirely different. The oppressive darkness had been lifted. The heavy curtains in the master suite were thrown wide open, letting the bright afternoon sun flood the room.
Dominic sat in a leather armchair, reading a file. He wore a simple gray t-shirt that revealed a jagged, angry pink scar on his shoulder. It was fully healed.
I walked into the room, holding a piece of paper. "I just got off the phone with the hospital administrator."
Dominic looked up, raising an eyebrow. "And?"
"They want me back. Head of the ER trauma wing." I smiled, waving the offer letter. "And apparently, a very generous, anonymous donor just funded a new state-of-the-art surgical suite in my name."
"Is that so?" Dominic smirked, setting his file down. "Whoever he is, he must be a very grateful man."
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"Or very controlling."
"Maybe both." He stood up, crossing the room to pull me into his arms. "You don't have to go back, Nora. You know that. You have everything you could ever want right here."
