Chapter 11 - The Man Who Once Ruled Chicago Asked Me to Build a Life With HimLorenzo proposed six months later.
No mansion.
No cameras.
No newspapers.
Just the lake.
We stood near the water.
He held a small box.
“Mia.”
“Yes?”
“I don't have an empire anymore.”
“Good.”
“I don't have the same power.”
“Better.”
“I have a son.”
“I love him.”
“I have a complicated family.”
“I know.”
“And I have you.”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
He opened the box.
The ring was simple.
Beautiful.
“Marry me.”
I cried.
“Yes.”
He kissed me.
Daniel appeared from behind a tree.
“I knew she would say yes.”
I laughed.
“You were hiding?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to see Dad panic.”
Lorenzo groaned.
The wedding was small.
My father walked me down the aisle.
He was crying.
I was crying.
Lorenzo was pretending not to cry.
Daniel held the rings.
Afterward, we went home.
A real home.
Not a fortress.
A house with books.
Photos.
Noise.
Life.
I finally understood what I had been fighting for.
May you like
Not survival.
A future.
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