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Santo stands, Vasilisa still curled in his lap. He lifts her easily, her arms looping around his neck.

He claps a hand on my shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, there’s pride in it. “Talk to you later,fratello.”

Vasilisa gives Adriana a soft, quiet smile.

Then they’re gone.

And finally, it’s just us.

I turn to look at my wife.

She’s lounging like she didn’t just take down a giant with her words. Arms folded, expression unreadable. But the pulse at her throat tells a different story—steady, fierce.

“You were incredible,” I say, voice low. “I’ve never been more proud of you.”

Her eyes meet mine, and something shifts in them—like maybe she needed to hear that more than she’d ever admit.

“I did good?” she asks, unfolding her arms as she leans toward me.

I capture her lips, my hand sliding to the back of her neck.

“You were a fucking queen,” I murmur against her mouth.

She moans into the kiss.

And fuck, I love her for it.

My queen. My Tesoro.The reason I’ll win this war.

Chapter 51

Adriana Scarlet

Four Months Later

Ipassed the bar.

I knew I would. But seeing it in black and white?

Glorious.

I turn in front of the mirror, catching every angle. Hair, flawless. Makeup, dramatic. Dress—Scarlet. Just like my lips. Just like everything I’ve reclaimed.

Angelo’s going to devour me in this.

He promised wine, food, dancing... but all I really want is him. Stripped. Ready. Because these past four months have beenhell.

The estate’s under renovation, and I’ve been locked down in the penthouse like a diamond behind glass.

The Sovereigns are in full force, tearing into Armenian territory. But they knew we were coming.

We have a mole.

And Angelo’s been on a rampage.

I slip on my heels and take one last glance at myself in the mirror when a soft knock breaks the moment.

“Come in.”