Chapter 10 - Happily Ever After
Six months later, the Boston Moretti estate looked entirely different.
The tall iron gates were still secure, and the armed guards still patrolled the perimeter, but inside, the mansion was filled with life, warmth, and the unmistakable sound of children laughing in the hallways.
The marble kitchen was no longer a sterile museum exhibit; it was frequently covered in flour, soap bubbles, and colorful finger paints, with Dominic Moretti—Boston’s most feared mafia boss—sitting on the floor in a tailored black suit, covered in soap suds, helping Lily blow giant bubbles while Leo cheered them on.
Isabella stood leaning against the kitchen doorway, holding a fresh cup of coffee, a genuine, radiant smile on her face.
Dominic caught her eye across the room. He handed the bubble wand to Lily, stood up, and walked over to Isabella, wrapping his strong arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin comfortably on her shoulder.
"What are you smiling at, Mrs. Moretti?" he murmured softly against her neck, a warm, genuine smile breaking across his handsome face.
"Just thinking about a messy kitchen, a very brave three-year-old girl, and the scariest man in Boston who didn't know how to cry," Isabella teased gently, leaning back against his chest.
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Dominic chuckled, a rich, deep sound that echoed through the sunlit room, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Best mess I ever allowed in my house."
Across the room, Lily blew a massive bubble that floated up toward the high ceiling, catching the golden sunlight, while Leo grabbed her hand and laughed out loud—a sound of pure, unbridled childhood joy that would echo through the Moretti home forever.
