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EVERY SERVANT WAS TOO TERRIFIED TO STOP THE MAFIA BOSS'S FIANCÉE FROM TORTURING HIS MAID—UNTIL LUCA WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR, CUT THE ROPES, AND ASKED ONE QUESTION THAT MADE HIS FIANCÉE TREMBLE... / Chapter 10 / 10

Chapter 11 - A New Dawn

The sunset painted the Hudson River in brilliant shades of gold and violet as Luca walked out onto the stone terrace of the estate. The mansion was quiet now. The guards remained at their posts along the perimeter walls, but the atmosphere of paranoia that had choked the grounds for months had vanished like smoke.

Near the balustrade, looking out over the manicured rose gardens, Emma stood wrapped in a soft cashmere shawl. The evening breeze stirred her dark chestnut hair.

Luca stepped beside her, placing his hands on the stone railing. For a long moment, neither spoke, comfortable in the peaceful silence that had been bought with so much blood.

"Dr. Harris says your wrist will be fully healed by next week," Luca said softly, breaking the quiet.

Emma smiled faintly, glancing down at the light bandage on her left wrist. "It hardly hurts anymore, Mr. Moretti."

Luca frowned slightly, turning to face her. "I thought I told you three days ago. You don't call me Mr. Moretti anymore. My name is Luca."

Emma blushed, looking away toward the river. "It’s a hard habit to break after three years. I spent so long trying to remain invisible, trying to make sure your coffee was hot and your study was quiet so you wouldn't notice me."

"I always noticed you, Emma," Luca said, his voice dropping into a register that made her heart skip a beat. "I noticed you when my mother was dying, when you were the only one who sat with her through the night without asking for overtime. I noticed you when you placed a candle by her portrait every Tuesday. I was a fool who thought duty required me to marry a political contract, while the only person who possessed true honor was walking right beside me."

Emma looked up, her breath hitching as Luca reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers were warm against her skin, devoid of the cold violence that had terrified the city.

"You have the financial freedom to leave this estate tomorrow," Luca continued, his gaze searching hers with complete sincerity. "You can buy an estate in Tuscany, a townhouse in Paris, or a villa in California. You don't owe me or my family another second of your life."

"And if I don't want to leave?" Emma whispered, her voice barely carrying over the rustle of the garden leaves.

Luca stepped closer, eliminating the space between them until she could feel the steady warmth of his chest.

"If you stay," Luca said, his hand resting tenderly against her cheek, "it will not be as a maid, and it will not be as an employee. If you stay, you stand at my side as my equal. My mother knew what she was doing when she gave you that key, Emma. She wasn't just saving her legacy. She was showing me the only woman in the world worth loving."

Emma looked into the dark, fierce eyes of the man who had torn down an empire to protect her. The fear that had haunted her for months melted away into the evening light.

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