Chapter 11 - The Mafia Boss Who Once Chose His Empire Over Love Got Down on One Knee in Front of His Two DaughtersThe proposal wasn't extravagant.
No cameras.
No reporters.
No diamonds worth millions.
Just me.
Sloan.
Willa.
Lena.
I got down on one knee.
Sloan covered her mouth.
“I don't want the woman I married six months ago.”
She laughed through tears.
“I want the woman who taught me what family means.”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
The girls screamed.
I laughed.
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For the first time in my life, I understood happiness wasn't something you bought.
It was something you protected.
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Chapter 13 - Five Years Later, My Daughters Asked Why Their Father Used to Be Feared Across New York—And Sloan Told Them the TruthWilla was five.
Chapter 14 - On My Daughters' Tenth Birthday, Sloan Gave Me the One Gift I Never Expected—A Photograph From the Day I First Met WillaThe photograph showed me standing beside Willa's crib.
Chapter 15 - Years After My Ex-Wife Returned to My Penthouse With a Newborn, My Daughter Asked Me Why I Chose Family Over an Empire—And My Answer Made Sloan CryWilla stood beside me on the balcony.
