At my own birthday party, my husband tied me to a ceiling beam and whipped me thirty times because I had spilled wine on his mistress’s dress. He laughed as fifty guests watched me endure the humiliation, but when they finally cut me down, I made one phone call to my five brothers, and seconds later, the mansion gates slammed shut.

The sun was setting over the Moretti estate, painting the sky in brilliant shades of amber, violet, and deep crimson.

Standing on the wide stone terrace overlooking the private gardens, I took a deep breath of the cool evening air. My back was completely healed now, leaving behind only invisible scars that served as a permanent reminder of who I had been and who I had become.

A pair of warm arms wrapped gently around my waist from behind, and I leaned back into Dominic’s familiar, grounding embrace.

“Everything is finalized,” Dominic murmured softly into my hair, resting his chin on my shoulder. “The Cole estate has been officially absorbed into the Moretti holding trust. Richard and Margaret have permanently relocated to a small town three states over, working odd jobs just to pay rent. And Adrian... well, he boarded that bus this morning.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling a profound sense of peace wash over me. The storm had passed, leaving the earth clean and fertile in its wake.

“Good,” I whispered, turning around within his arms to look my oldest brother in the eye. “I don't hate them, Dominic. Hatred requires too much energy. I’m just... free.”

Across the stone courtyard, Matteo, Luca, Gabriel, and Nico were gathered near the grand fountain, laughing and raising glasses of vintage scotch in a quiet toast. They weren't just my protectors; they were my foundation, my anchor, and my eternal family.

“You were never weak, El,” Dominic said softly, his thumb gently tracing my cheekbone. “Even when you played the quiet wife, even when you endured their ignorance—you had the heart of a lion all along.”

I smiled, looking past him toward the expansive horizon where the city lights were just beginning to twinkle like a constellation of fallen stars.

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