Chapter 10 - The Queen of Chicago
Dante let out a broken, genuine laugh. The suffocating weight of the last three years finally lifted off his broad shoulders.
He gently took my left hand, being incredibly careful not to jar my injuries, and slid the flawless diamond ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly.
"You are never working behind a desk again, Harper," Dante vowed, the absolute power of his massive wealth backing every single syllable. "You are the smartest, bravest person I have ever met. From this exact second forward, you aren't my secretary. You are my equal. You are my wife."
Tears of pure, unadulterated joy finally spilled down my cheeks.
I pulled him down, kissing him deeply, completely ignoring the dull ache in my ribs. The dark, terrifying world he lived in wasn't a prison to me anymore; it was an empire we were going to rule together.
A month later, my injuries were completely healed. Camilla's family had been forced to flee the country, utterly destroyed by the rival cartel she had tried to manipulate. The enemies of the Moretti syndicate had been entirely eradicated.
Dante kept his promise. We were married in a private, beautiful ceremony on the estate grounds. I didn't wear a grey secretary suit; I wore custom white silk.
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As Dante held me on the dance floor, completely fearless and entirely devoted, everyone in the city knew that the true power behind the throne belonged to the woman who had brought a digital guillotine to a gunfight.
If you were Harper, would you have forgiven Dante for hiding his love to protect you, or would you have demanded he leave the mafia completely?
