Chapter 9 - The King on His Knees
The heavy, suffocating tension in the ballroom finally broke, replaced by a profound, agonizing emotional weight.
Dominic slowly turned his back on the closed doors. He completely ignored the staring elite guests and his own bodyguards. His entire universe had shrunk down to the three people standing in front of him.
The ruthless, untouchable mafia boss did something his syndicate had never seen before. Dominic slowly dropped to his knees on the hard marble floor, bringing himself perfectly level with his five-year-old twins.
He looked at the little girl in the beige dress, and then at the stoic boy in the tuxedo who carried his exact face. Tears, hot and heavy, finally spilled over his eyelashes, cutting through his hardened, imposing features.
"I am so sorry," Dominic choked out, his voice cracking with devastating grief. He looked up at Natalie, his soul completely bare. "I was blind. I was arrogant. I don't deserve your forgiveness, Natalie. But please... please let me know my children."
Natalie looked down at the powerful man kneeling at her feet. She saw the genuine, unfiltered agony in his eyes. The anger she had carried for five years slowly began to recede, replaced by the undeniable truth that her children finally had their father.
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The little girl took a hesitant step forward.
👉 The innocent action of the child was about to break the mafia boss's heart completely open.
