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Chapter 10 - The Sovereign Queen

Six months later.

The Mediterranean sun warmed the teak deck of the yacht as it cut gently through the sapphire waters off the coast of Amalfi.

Sadi stood at the railing, wearing a simple white linen sundress, the salty breeze dancing through her dark hair. In her hand, she held a sketchbook, filled with architectural renderings for a new series of community centers she was funding across Riverport—spaces designed to provide safe housing, legal aid, and job training for women escaping poverty and abusive relationships.

She wasn't hiding behind unbranded sweaters anymore. She didn't look down at her shoes when people walked by. She carried herself with the calm, effortless grace of someone who knew exactly who she was and what she was worth.

A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

Roman pulled her back against his chest, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. He smelled of ocean breeze and the fresh cedar cologne she had picked out for him in Italy.

"What are you thinking about?" Roman asked, his voice low and vibrating against her back.

Sadi smiled, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "I was thinking about the mall."

Roman’s arms tightened around her slightly, a protective instinct that would never entirely leave him. "Do you still think about him?"

"No," Sadi replied honestly. "I don't think about Trevor at all. I was thinking about the girl who was standing in that boutique before he showed up. The girl who was afraid to touch a pair of cufflinks because she thought someone would scream at her for being there."

She turned around in his embrace, resting her hands against the lapels of his open-collared linen shirt. She looked up into the dark obsidian eyes that had once terrified a room full of billionaires, but currently looked at her with pure, unyielding devotion.

"I spent my whole life waiting for someone to give me permission to exist, Roman," she said softly. "I thought if I worked hard enough, if I took enough abuse, if I gave everything I had to someone else, they would finally decide I was worthy."

Roman touched her cheek, his thumb tracing the soft line of her jaw. "And now?"

"Now I know," Sadi smiled, her eyes shining with quiet, unshakable strength. "I never needed anyone’s permission. But I am grateful you showed up with the keys to the kingdom."

Roman leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of freedom, sunlight, and a love that had burned through all her ghosts.

When he pulled back, a rare, breathtaking smile curved his lips.

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"The kingdom was always yours, Sadi," Roman whispered against her skin. "I’m just the man who guards the gates."

Out on the open water, the yacht sailed forward into the endless horizon, leaving behind the shadows of the past, forever out of reach.

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