Chapter 10 - Coming Home to the Light
Downstairs in the kitchen, Grace poured two cups of hot chamomile tea, the steam rising gently into the warm, inviting air. She looked out the window toward the courtyard, where the estate’s German shepherd slept peacefully near the garden gate, and smiled.
The past could not be rewritten. The scars left by betrayal and loss would always remain beneath the surface. But life was no longer about surviving in the dark; it was about building a future in the light.
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As Adrien walked down the stairs later that evening, carrying a sleeping Zoe back to her room, Grace handed him a cup of tea. Their fingers brushed briefly against the ceramic. Neither of them pulled away.
The ruthless mafia boss who had once built a billion-dollar empire out of isolation had finally come home—not to a fortress of fear, but to a real, unbreakable family. And outside on the desk in his study, sitting proudly beside a heavy silver paperweight, was a wobbly, colorful crayon drawing of a green snake—the little monster hunter who had saved them all.
