The sound of snapping bone echoed through the vaulted arches of Saint Jude’s Cathedral, far louder than the screeching pipe organ had been seconds prior.

Gabriel stepped up to us, nodding respectfully to Marcus before looking at me with admiration.

"The London foundation launch is officially trending worldwide, Victoria," Gabriel said, his deep voice smooth and comforting. "And the Swiss courts just authorized the final transfer of the remaining Vance assets into your foundation's charitable trust."

"Thank you, Gabriel," I said softly, stepping closer to him. "Without those initial access tokens you passed to me before the wedding, I might not have caught Roderick in time."

"I didn't do it for the company," Gabriel said, looking into my eyes with quiet sincerity. "I did it because I couldn't let my family ruin a woman as extraordinary as you. You fought a monster and won, Victoria."

"We won," I corrected him gently.

For the first time in ten long, exhausting years, I didn't feel the cold weight of vengeance or survival pressing down on my chest. The pain was gone. The fear was gone. In its place was a bright, unlimited future built on my own terms.