Chapter 10 - The Promise

Six months later.
The Moretti estate was no longer silent and oppressive. It was filled with light, music, and laughter.
We were hosting a summer garden party. The weather was perfect, the sky a brilliant, cloudless blue. Sofia was running across the manicured lawns in a white tulle dress, chasing a Golden Retriever puppy—Luca's gift for her sixth birthday.
I stood on the stone patio, holding a glass of sparkling cider, watching them. My ankle was fully healed, leaving only a faint scar on my arm as a physical reminder of the war we had won.
"You look beautiful."
Luca wrapped his strong arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. He was dressed casually today—linen trousers and a crisp shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked relaxed. Happy.
"She loves that dog more than anything," I laughed, leaning back into his solid warmth.
"I love you more than anything," he replied softly.
He turned me around so I was facing him. The playful glint in his eye was replaced by something profound and deep. He reached into his pocket.
My breath caught in my throat.
Luca Moretti, the man who commanded boardrooms and destroyed enemies with a single phone call, dropped to one knee on the sunlit patio.
Sofia stopped running. She scooped up the puppy and hurried over, a massive, knowing grin on her face.
"Emma," Luca said, looking up at me with absolute devotion. "You walked into this house and brought the light back into my life. You loved my daughter as if she were your own. You stood by me when the world tried to tear us down. I don't just want you to be my partner. I want you to be my wife. I want you to be Sofia's mother in every way that matters."
He opened the velvet box, revealing a stunning, flawless diamond ring.
"Will you marry me?"
Tears spilled freely down my cheeks. I looked at Luca, and then down at Sofia, who was nodding enthusiastically.
"Yes," I sobbed, laughing at the same time. "Yes, of course I will."
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Luca slid the ring onto my finger and stood up, pulling me into a breathtaking, sweeping kiss. The guests on the lawn erupted into applause, but I barely heard them. All I felt was Luca’s arms around me, and Sofia hugging our legs, trapping us in a tight, perfect circle.
I had walked down the stairs of this mansion as a terrified nanny with a broken ankle. But today, I stood in the sunlight as a mother, a partner, and a queen of my own beautiful empire.