Chapter 9 - The Ring That Was Never Meant to Be a Weapon
Five years later, Roman proposed.
No secret room.
No threats.
No contracts.
Just the three of them at the old garden behind the estate.
Maisie held the ring.
“Daddy, don't drop it.”
“I won't.”
He knelt.
“Nora.”
She cried before he finished.
He smiled.
“You haven't heard the question.”
“Yes.”
“You don't even know what I'm asking.”
“Yes.”
He laughed.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Maisie cheered.
Roman stood.
Nora kissed him.
The estate was no longer feared.
It had become the foundation's headquarters.
The burned shed had been removed.
In its place was a small garden.
A plaque stood there.
For those who survived.
Nora touched it.
“Do you ever think about that night?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
She looked at Roman.
“I thought I was going to lose everything.”
“You found everything.”
She smiled.
May you like
“Yes.”
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