Chapter 10 - The Vow Beneath the Stars
One crisp evening in November, exactly six months after Abigail had dropped her scuffed brown suitcase on a gritty Manhattan sidewalk, Leonardo led her out onto the grand stone terrace overlooking the Hudson River. The city lights twinkled in the distance like scattered diamonds.
The seven children stood behind them by the glass doors, grinning broadly—even Julian had a soft smile on his face. Samuel held a small velvet box out toward his father.
Leonardo knelt on one knee before Abigail, his dark eyes shining with an emotion he had thought died with Serafina.
“You walked into my life carrying an old suitcase and a set of accounting ledgers,” Leonardo said, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved my business, you protected my children, and you brought light back into a house that had forgotten how to live. Abigail Turner... will you make this home complete, and be my wife?”
Abigail looked down at the man who commanded half of New York, yet looked at her as if she were the only person in the universe. Tears pricked her eyes, but her smile was radiant and absolute.
May you like
“Only if you promise to let me balance the household budget,” she whispered.
Leonardo laughed, sliding the diamond ring onto her finger as cheers erupted from the children behind them. The mafia boss had wanted a wife who could cook—and what she had brought into his life was a priceless family, an unbroken empire, and a love that nothing in this world could ever touch.
