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“Let me help you.” Those were the first words the lonely mafia boss said to me on Christmas Eve, when my six-year-old daughter and I had nowhere to sleep and only forty-three dollars left. I thought Adrian Cross had appeared on the worst night of my life to save us, until twenty days later, when I opened the file on my husband’s fatal construction accident and found the mafia boss’s name at the bottom. / Chapter 10 / 10

Chapter 10 - The Christmas After

The snow fell softly against the frosted windowpanes of the Beacon Hill carriage house, turning the cobblestone courtyard outside into a pristine, silent wonderland.

Inside, the living room was dominated by a towering Balsam fir tree adorned with glowing warm white lights, handmade paper ornaments crafted by Maisie, and a single, elegant silver star sitting proudly at the top.

The aroma of roasted rosemary chicken, cinnamon cider, and freshly baked gingerbread filled the air.

On the rug by the fireplace, six-year-old Maisie—now seven, taller, brighter, and laughing with a carefree joy that still felt like a miracle—was unwrapping a massive package shaped suspiciously like a dollhouse, shouting in pure delight as wrapping paper flew everywhere.

I stood by the kitchen counter, stirring a pot of hot cocoa, wearing a soft cream sweater that Adrian had bought me during our trip to Vermont last month.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and a familiar chin rested gently on my shoulder.

"You're burning the chocolate," Adrian murmured, his deep voice vibrating against my spine.

I leaned back into his embrace, smiling as I turned off the burner and tilted my head back to look up at him. "I am not burning the chocolate. I am achieving optimal consistency."

"If you say so, Professor," he teased, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the side of my neck.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat velvet box—not a black metal card, not a business document, but a simple, elegant ring set with a single, brilliant diamond that caught the warm firelight from the living room.

"One year ago today," Adrian whispered, his gray eyes looking down at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch, "you and your daughter walked into a greasy diner on the edge of a freezing city with forty-three dollars in your purse. And my life changed forever."

He opened the velvet box, his thumb gently stroking the edge of the ring.

"I didn't just save you from the snow that night, Elena," he said, his voice dropping into a quiet, solemn vow. "You saved me from the dark. Marry me. Let’s make this home real, forever."

I didn't hesitate. I didn't look back at the past, or the syndicate, or the ghosts of Pier 42. I looked at the man who had burned down an empire to keep my child safe, and I smiled.

"Yes," I whispered.

Before he could slide the ring onto my finger, a small voice interrupted us from the doorway.

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