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Ameliaâs POVAmelia stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress for the fifth time. It was nothing extravagant, soft ivory, off-shoulder, with lace that looked like it had stories to tell. Ruby had insisted on doing her makeup. Leona had insisted on redoing it when Ruby made her eyeliner uneven.Now, both of them hovered nearby like overprotective satellites.Ruby adjusted the hem. âYouâre shaking.ââIâm not.âLeona raised a brow. âYouâre vibrating.âAmelia rolled her eyes, even as her smile betrayed her. âItâs just⌠itâs been a while since something this good didnât come with gunfire.âRuby smirked. âDonât jinx it.âLeona handed her the bouquet, white roses, babyâs breath, and one stubborn red tulip that Ruby had insisted on âfor rebellion.â Amelia looked down at it, laughing softly.âWhereâs Kelvin?â she asked.Ruby shrugged. âPacing. Practicing his vows. Probably thinking about security drills.âLeona grinned. âManâs marrying a CEO, he should be nervous.âAmelia laughed, shak
Rubyâs POV (Epilogue 3)The first thing Ruby noticed when she woke up was the loud quiet that surrounded her.It was not the kind that came before danger, that sharp, breath-held kind sheâd learned to survive, but the gentle quiet that came after everything had already been fought for. The kind that felt like exhaling.The baby stirred beside her, tiny sounds bubbling up between soft breaths. A stretch, a small fist, the faintest whimper. Ruby smiled into her pillow, still half-asleep, half-dreaming. For once, there was no rush to get up. No alarms she had to get up to. No phone vibrating with bad news.After the months of having to deal with that, she was only glad it was over although it still traumatised her a little bit. She had had a visit last week with Mateo and she had gone with her baby, Lily and Amelia who just simply loved holding her godchild. Plus the guys were busy with an issue she didnât want to bother herself with knowing about. Ricardo had tried to convince her coun
Leonaâs POV (Epilogue 2)The first thing Leona noticed was that the apartment was too quiet.No alarms, no encrypted calls, no gunfire echoing faintly through her memory. Just the low hum of the city outside, the lazy rhythm of life sheâd almost forgotten existed.She sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled into a messy bun, surrounded by half-assembled hardware and a laptop that hadnât stopped blinking since last night. Even now, she couldnât help tinkering, an old habit, one Gabriel found endlessly amusing and mildly infuriating.The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen.âLeona,â Gabriel called, voice rough with sleep. âItâs Sunday. Youâre not allowed to code on Sundays.âShe smirked without looking up. âYou made that rule. I didnât agree to it.ââYou nodded.ââI was drinking wine.ââSame thing.âShe rolled her eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard. âYou canât keep treating weekends like religious experiences, Gabriel. Some of us actually enjoy working.âHe appeared in the
Ameliaâs POV (Epilogue 1)365 Days LaterThe city had learned to breathe again.It wasnât quieter, no city ever really was, but it was softer now, slower somehow, like it had been forced to remember that silence existed between all the noise. Amelia stood outside the narrow glass building tucked between a flower shop and a laundromat, squinting at the modest sign over the door:âRook Security & Consulting.âThe font was simple, understated. The kind of name that blended in. Which, knowing Kelvin, was entirely the point.She smiled faintly and stepped inside.The bell over the door jingled softly, announcing her like a secret. The place smelled like coffee, leather, and a hint of paint. It was nothing like Vasquezâs empire, no marble floors, no cold glass walls, no sterile perfection. Just warmth, and space, and quiet.There were only two desks. One had paperwork stacked neatly in a corner. The other was an organized chaos of open files, blueprints, and an old framed photograph of a do
Leonaâs POVThe hum of the monitors was the only sound in the room.Rows of cables trailed like veins across the floor, connecting half-built towers of equipment to the server racks that blinked weakly in the dark. The office smelled of metal, dust, and too many sleepless nights.Leona sat cross-legged on the floor, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, hair tied up in a messy knot that had given up halfway through the night. Her eyes were dry from staring at code for too long, her fingers tapping at the keyboard with the rhythm of someone too stubborn to stop.Behind her, Gabriel yawned. Loudly.She was also hungry, but if she admitted that, heâd either drag her away from where she sat or leave her to grab some takeout and she didnât want to agree that his presence was basically what kept her there so long. She wouldnât be seated here in a dark bleak room if his presence wasnât so damn comforting.âDo you have to do that?â she asked without looking up.He was sprawled across her couch li







