Chapter 9 - The Woman Who Had Once Delivered Flowers to Dante Became the Only Person Who Could Make Him Smile on the Day He Asked Her to Become His Wife for Real
Two years later, Dante took Bianca back to the original mansion.
The house had been renovated.
The locked room was gone.
The hallway was bright.
The dark door was replaced with glass.
Inside was a community art room.
Bianca stared.
“What is this?”
Dante smiled.
“Yours.”
She laughed.
“You turned the secret room into an art studio?”
“You always wanted one.”
She looked around.
Paintings.
Flowers.
Natural light.
A long wooden table.
A space for Lily.
Tears filled her eyes.
“You remembered.”
“I remember everything.”
She kissed him.
Then he took her outside.
The garden was filled with white peonies.
Her favorite.
A violin played softly.
Their families were waiting.
Dante looked at her.
“I know we're already married.”
Bianca laughed.
“Technically.”
“But that marriage began with a trust.”
She nodded.
“This one begins with choice.”
He knelt.
“I want to marry you because you are my best friend.”
He opened a ring box.
“Because you're the mother of my daughter.”
He smiled.
“Because you make me laugh.”
“And because you still think I can't arrange flowers.”
“You can't.”
He laughed.
“Will you marry me again?”
She cried.
“Yes.”
Everyone applauded.
They renewed their vows.
This time, there were no legal clauses.
No family expectations.
No money.
Just love.
Later, Dante danced with Lily.
Bianca watched.
The feared billionaire who once controlled half a city was now being ordered around by a three-year-old.
“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
“Spin!”
He spun.
Lily laughed.
Bianca smiled.
Her life had become something she never expected.
Peaceful.
Full.
May you like
Real.
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