Chapter 8 - Isabella Returned Home, but Alessandro Discovered That Healing His Family Was Harder Than Destroying the EmpireIsabella moved back into the mansion.
But the nursery changed.
The cameras were removed.
The locks were changed.
The doors were opened.
Mia still visited Sophia every night.
But now she could enter openly.
Alessandro watched them.
One child teaching another how to sleep.
It humbled him.
Sophia became calmer.
She laughed.
She crawled.
She grew.
Mia became her shadow.
Elena remained in the house.
Not as a servant.
As family.
Alessandro offered her money.
She refused.
“I want work.”
“What kind?”
“Something meaningful.”
He gave her control of the foundation.
She accepted.
The mansion became a place of healing.
Victims were helped.
Employees were protected.
Old family secrets were discussed.
Alessandro apologized to Isabella.
“I should have protected you.”
She shook her head.
“You were trying to survive your father.”
“I should have believed you.”
“You didn't know.”
“I should have.”
She took his hand.
“You know now.”
That was enough.
Months passed.
The legal battle continued.
Charles went to prison.
Victor cooperated.
The family rebuilt.
Then one afternoon, Mia approached Alessandro.
“She wants to go home.”
“Who?”
Mia pointed at Isabella.
Alessandro looked at his wife.
“Where?”
Mia smiled.
“Her real home.”
Isabella understood.
A small house by the lake.
The place where they had first met.
Alessandro drove them there.
It was quiet.
Beautiful.
No guards.
No gates.
No empire.
Just water.
Trees.
A wooden porch.
Isabella looked at him.
“This is where I wanted to raise Sophia.”
“Then we should.”
They sold the mansion.
Moved to the lake.
Alessandro kept only a small office downtown.
He became a legitimate businessman.
He spent more time with his family.
Mia received a room beside Sophia's.
Every night, the two girls played together.
Alessandro learned bedtime stories.
He was terrible.
Mia corrected him.
“That's not how the dragon talks.”
“How does it talk?”
“Like this.”
She growled.
Alessandro laughed.
Isabella watched from the doorway.
She smiled.
This was the man she had married.
Not the boss.
May you like
Not the heir.
The father.
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