That was the record. Most caretakers lasted exactly 72 hours inside the Graham estate before fleeing through its iron

One year later.

The grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel was bathed in sparkling crystal light. Soft classical music played from a live orchestra, filling the vast space with elegant melodies.

The city’s elite—politicians, corporate titans, high-society figures, and former syndicate heads who had now transitioned into legitimate commerce—were gathered in their finest attire.

At the top of the grand marble staircase, the master of ceremonies announced the guests of honor.

"Announcing Mr. and Mrs. Declan Graham!"

The entire ballroom fell into a quiet, reverent hush as everyone turned their attention toward the top of the stairs.

Declan Graham stood at the precipice of the staircase.

He was not in a wheelchair.

Wearing a immaculate black tuxedo, supported by a polished ebony cane in his right hand and leaning gently on his stunning wife's arm on his left, Declan walked down the marble stairs on his own two feet.

The room erupted into thunderous applause!

Narin walked beside him in a breathtaking floor-length emerald green silk gown, her dark hair styled in an elegant updo, the blue diamond ring sparkling brilliantly on her finger. She moved with radiant grace and absolute confidence—no longer the timid maid in frayed sweaters, but the undisputed queen of the city’s most powerful empire.

As they reached the main floor, several high-profile associates stepped forward to congratulate them.

"Declan! A miracle!" an elderly shipping magnate exclaimed, shaking Declan's hand firmly. "Six months ago, they said you'd never walk again!"

"I have an exceptional head of security who doesn't accept excuses," Declan replied with a warm, proud smile, looking down at Narin.

"And a very strict physical therapy schedule," Narin added with a subtle, mischievous wink.

Later in the evening, as the orchestra began playing a slow, romantic waltz, Declan took Narin’s hand, leading her toward the center of the dance floor.

"Declan," Narin murmured softly as he took her into his arms. "Are you sure your legs are up for a dance?"

"For you, Narin," Declan whispered, wrapping his arm securely around her waist, pulling her close against his chest as they began to sway gracefully to the music, "I would walk across the entire world."

They moved together across the floor, perfectly in sync. The crowd around them faded into a blur of light and music until it felt as though they were the only two people in the room.

"Do you remember your first day at the estate?" Declan asked quietly, his cheek resting against her temple.

"How could I forget?" Narin smiled. "You threw a crystal whiskey glass at my head."

"And you swept it up without breaking a sweat," Declan chuckled softly. "You broke the seventy-two hour record on day three. And now..."