"The most feared mafia boss in the city stood over me with a gun aimed at my heart while I cradled his dying baby against my bare chest. He was convinced I had betrayed him—until his son swallowed for the first time in weeks, and I realized someone inside his own mansion might have been trying to let that little boy die.

With Dante’s fate sealed by the Syndicate Commission, the dark cloud that had hung over the Rossi mansion for months finally evaporated.

The estate was fully restored. The burned east wing was rebuilt into a beautiful sunlit nursery and play wing for Leo, filled with hand-carved wooden toys, soft carpets, and bright paintings.

One warm evening, after Leo had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep in his crib, I stepped out onto the master suite balcony.

The summer night air was soft and fragrant with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Below, the gardens were illuminated by gentle golden lanterns, making the estate look like a fairytale castle rather than a mafia fortress.

I felt a warm presence behind me before I heard his footsteps.

Lorenzo stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping a soft cashmere shawl around my shoulders to shield me from the cool night breeze. His arms remained around me, his strong chest resting against my back.

“You’re thinking about her,” Lorenzo said softly, his chin resting near my ear.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes as tears of gentle remembrance filled my eyes.

“I was thinking about Lily,” I whispered. “When I lost her, I thought my life was completely over. I thought God had abandoned me in the dark.”

Lorenzo wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, pulling me close against his heart.

“You were sent here to save my son, Elena,” Lorenzo murmured, his voice filled with a deep, powerful devotion. “And maybe... maybe he was meant to save you too.”

I turned around in his arms, looking up into his dark, handsome face. The cold, terrifying mafia boss that the world feared was gone. In his place was a man who had protected me, cherished me, and given me a reason to live again.

“I don't feel hollow anymore, Lorenzo,” I confessed softly, touching his cheek.