🔥 “HE BROKE MY RIBS WITH A BRONZE STATUE, BUT WHEN HIS MAFIA FATHER PULLED A GUN, THE 4-YEAR-OLD WHISPERED A NAME THAT FROZE THE ENTIRE ROOM…” 🔥

Three months later.

The burnt ruins of the Lake Forest estate had been completely cleared, replaced by a state-of-the-art modern sanctuary surrounded by impenetrable security.

Tyler’s heart surgery was a complete success. He was now recovering in a private rehabilitation resort in Miami, fully funded by the Vale foundation, with a full team of doctors monitoring his health.

I stood on the glass balcony of the new Vale estate, watching the sunset over Lake Michigan.

Behind me, soft footsteps approached.

Noah ran out onto the balcony, laughing happily, holding a brand new wooden toy train. He didn't scream anymore. He didn't bite. He was a bright, happy four-year-old boy whose eyes were finally free of terror.

“Clara! Look! Daddy built this for me!” Noah beamed, showing off the toy.

“It’s beautiful, Noah,” I smiled, kneeling down to kiss his cheek.

“Go wash your hands for dinner, buddy,” Dominic’s voice called out from the doorway.

Noah happily ran inside, shouting for Maria.

Dominic walked out onto the balcony, wearing a relaxed black cashmere sweater. He stepped behind me, wrapping his arms gently around my waist, pulling me back against his broad chest.

I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart.

After Moretti’s faction was wiped out, Lydia had been placed in a specialized recovery facility in Switzerland. Before she left, she had signed the divorce papers, admitting that she couldn't live in Dominic’s dark world anymore—a world that I had stepped into without fear to save her son.

“What are you thinking about?” Dominic whispered, his lips softly brushing against my neck.

“I’m thinking about the day I walked into your house with twenty dollars in my pocket and a broken spirit,” I admitted softly.

Dominic smiled—a rare, genuine smile that transformed his harsh, handsome face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a massive, flawless canary diamond ring.

“You came into my house as a cleaner, Clara,” Dominic said, turning me around to face him, looking into my eyes with deep, unshakeable devotion. “Now, you run my life. You hold my son’s heart. And if you’ll let me... I want you to hold mine forever.”

I looked at the ring, then up into the eyes of the man Chicago feared, but whom I knew as the man who would burn the world to protect the people he loved.

“Is that a command, Mr. Vale?” I asked, a playful smirk touching my lips.

Dominic chuckled softly, slipping the ring onto my finger.

“It’s a plea, Clara. Say yes.”