Chapter 10 - A New Dawn
One year later.
The golden warmth of a late spring afternoon washed over the sprawling manicured lawns of the Caruso estate. But Villa dei Corvi was no longer called the Villa of Crows.
The heavy iron gates had been replaced with sunlit wrought-iron archways blooming with white climbing roses. The dark velvet drapes had been stripped from every arched window, replaced with sheer, flowing linen that danced in the Lake Michigan breeze.
Down in the courtyard, laughter echoed across the marble fountains.
My mother, dressed in a vibrant lavender cardigan, was sitting in a comfortable wicker armchair on the sun terrace, smiling warmly as she watched Maria arrange fresh hydrangeas into crystal vases. After ten months of cutting-edge rehabilitation at Northwestern, my mother had regained full mobility on her left side, her laughter bright and free of the pain that had shadowed her for years.
I stood on the second-floor balcony, watching them below, holding a cup of steaming chamomile tea.
A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped gently around my waist from behind. Dominic rested his chin against the crown of my head, pulling me securely against his broad chest.
He wore a simple white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking healthy, radiant, and undeniably handsome. The heavy burden of violence that had once shadowed his features was gone, replaced by a deep, enduring peace. The legitimate maritime shipping conglomerate he had built over the past year had become one of the largest philanthropic employers in the Midwest.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” Dominic murmured against my hair, his lips brushing my temple.
I smiled, leaning back against him, letting his steady heartbeat soothe my soul. “I was just thinking about my first night here. When I dragged a terrifying mafia don across the floor and screamed at three armed men to call an ambulance.”
Dominic laughed—a rich, deep sound that still sent delicious shivers down my spine. “And I remember thinking that if I survived the night, I was going to marry the fierce little nurse who dared to break my one rule.”
“You didn't even know my name!” I teased, turning around in his embrace and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I knew everything I needed to know,” Dominic said, his dark eyes softening with profound adoration. “I knew you had the courage of a lion, the heart of an angel, and that I was completely, hopelessly in love with you.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
My breath hitched in my throat.
Dominic knelt before me on the sunlit balcony, opening the box to reveal a stunning emerald-cut diamond ring, sparkling brilliantly in the afternoon light.
“Claire Bennett,” Dominic said, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. “You saved my life, healed my soul, and made this house a home. Will you do me the greatest honor of my life, and become my wife?”
Tears of pure happiness welled in my eyes, spilling over my cheeks. I didn't hesitate for a single second.
“Yes,” I whispered, laughing through my tears. “Yes, Dominic. A thousand times, yes.”
Dominic slid the ring onto my finger, rose to his feet, and swept me into his arms, kissing me with a fierce, tender passion that drowned out the entire world. Down below, my mother and Maria clapped and cheered, their voices carrying on the spring breeze.
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The old library doors down the hall were wide open, bathed in golden light, filled with flowers and laughter. The ghost had been laid to rest. The poison was gone.
And in the arms of the man who had once been Chicago’s most feared monster, I had found my forever home.
