Chapter 10 - ASHES AND EMBERS
The aftermath was a quiet reconstruction. Silas was dealt with in the dark, silent ways of the syndicate, and the cartel that backed him was systematically dismantled. The estate, scarred by bullets and fire, was slowly repaired. But the greatest healing happened inside the nursery.
Leo was crawling now, a vibrant, laughing infant who knew me as his mother. I had stopped wearing the maid's uniform entirely, taking my place at the head of the table. Yet, a quiet insecurity lingered in my chest. The fake engagement had served its purpose. The war was over. I was terrified Lorenzo would ask me to leave, now that his son was healthy and his throne secure.
One evening, as the snow fell softly outside the massive windows, Lorenzo walked into the library where I was reading. He gently closed the book and pulled me to my feet. "The capos are asking about the wedding," he said softly, his dark eyes searching mine. "They want to know when we are making it official." I looked down, my heart hammering. "The war is over, Lorenzo. You don't have to pretend anymore."
