Chapter 10 - The New Morning
Six months later, the morning sun rose over Long Island Sound, bathing the white wisteria arbor in warm, brilliant light.
The estate was no longer a fortress of cold stone and hidden secrets. The heavy iron gates were open wide, the guards at the perimeter wore relaxed smiles, and the laughter of a three-year-old child echoed across the marble foyer.
“I’m the boss!”
Mia Bennett scampered across the polished floor of the main hallway, wearing a bright yellow dress and her favorite sparkly red shoes, chasing a rolling tennis ball.
From the doorway of the newly renovated kitchen, Elena watched her, laughing softly. She wore a simple, elegant summer sundress instead of a charcoal uniform. Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and her smile was radiant, entirely unburdened by fear.
Luca stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“She thinks she runs the entire estate,” Luca murmured, kissing the side of her neck.
“She gets it from her mother,” Elena teased, turning around in his arms to wrap her hands around his neck. “Or perhaps from the man who gave her extra strawberries every single morning until she decided he was family.”
Luca smiled, pulling her closer against him.
“Speaking of family,” Luca said, his voice dropping into a warm, teasing purr, “the new board president is scheduled to arrive in ten minutes. Do you think she’s going to approve of my management style?”
Elena tilted her head, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“That depends,” she whispered, rising slightly on her tiptoes to press her lips softly against his. “Does the new manager still follow the first rule?”
Luca tightened his arms around her, looking down into her eyes with absolute devotion.
“Always,” he murmured. “Nobody makes my family cry ever again.”
From across the foyer, little Mia stopped chasing her tennis ball, planted both hands on her hips, and nodded approvingly at them.
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“Good job, Uncle Luca,” she announced loudly, before racing off toward the garden.
Luca laughed—a real, deep, unrestrained laugh that had been buried for a lifetime. The empire he built was no longer built on fear, shadows, and cold iron. It was built on truth, protection, and a love that started with a toddler taking a forbidden chair and changing the world.
