Chapter 10 - THE THIRD WISH
Christmas morning. The estate was quiet again, but this time, it wasn't the silence of a mausoleum. It was the peaceful quiet of a fresh snowfall.
Vincent sat by the fireplace. Clara brought him a cup of black coffee. She wasn't wearing a maid's uniform anymore; she wore a soft cashmere sweater he had bought her. The lingering fear in her eyes was completely gone.
Ellie walked up to Vincent, holding the final gold coin. The secret wish.
"You don't have to use it now," Vincent said gently. "You can save it."
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Ellie shook her head. She climbed onto his lap, pressing the coin into his large hand. "I wish you would be my daddy."
Vincent stopped breathing. The mafia boss, the man who had ordered executions and built an empire of fear, began to weep. Silent, heavy tears tracked down his scarred face. He pulled Ellie tightly against his chest, looking up at Clara, who was smiling through her own tears.
