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“They already are,” I reply, but my voice is full of love. “The best kind of trouble.”

As the sun sets, I find myself standing at the window, watching Marco and Ettore discussing something that looks suspiciously like business. Chiara and Bella are deep in conversation about something that has them both laughing, and Nicolo is attempting to teach four children how to stack blocks with limited success.

This is my life now. This chaos, this love, this beautiful mess of people who were once enemies and are now family.

Marco appears beside me, sliding his arms around my waist from behind and pulling me back against his chest. I lean into his warmth, feeling the solid strength of him, the steady beat of his heart against my back.

“Still think you should have killed me,dolcezza?” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and teasing.

I turn in his arms, looking up into those that now shine with nothing but love and contentment.

“Not today,” I reply, my arms sliding around his neck. “Ask me again when they’re teenagers.”

He laughs—rich and genuine and completely unguarded—and the sound fills my heart with joy.

“Then I guess you’re stuck with me,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips against mine in a kiss so delicious that it beats the birthday cake.

I look around the room again—at the people we’ve fought for, the family we’ve built from the ashes of war, and the life we’ve created together against all odds. This beautiful, chaotic, perfect life.

“Yeah,” I whisper against his lips, thinking of the scared, angry woman I used to be, the one caught between war and vengeance who believed love was weakness. “I’m finally home.”

It’s funny, in a way—how everything started with a name that wasn’t mine. When Marco and I first signed the marriage papers, the world still thought I was Chiara. Legally, it was all wrong. But in every way that mattered, it was right. Just a month ago, when the dust finally settled, we fixed it. Just the two of us. A quiet morning at city hall, no need for witnesses—he wanted it on record that I’m his, officially and without confusion. And maybe that’s what love is, after everything: not perfect beginnings, but choosing each other, over and over, until even the messiest story becomes something that feels like home.

And for the rest of my life, that’s exactly where I want to be.

THE END

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SNEAK PEEK

Mafia King of Lies Sneak Peek

MARIA

I walkeddown the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince.

I walked out the wife of his father, the king.

I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence.

Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear.

They saidit was for my family. For honor. For survival.

That Matteo Davacalli would protect me.

But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man.

He lookedat me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins,

or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.