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Fifty-Seven
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PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Sixty (Final chapter)
The plane wheels kissed down on New York soil, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The city skyline sparkled like a promise — loud, chaotic, alive. After everything, this felt like home.Icarus’s hand found mine as we stepped off the plane. His grip was steady, grounding. Before we left Italy, I’d given his family the gift I’d picked for them. Their smiles had been cautious but genuine. A silent nod that maybe I belonged, at least for now.“Safe travels,” Lenodias had said, voice low but respectful. I caught the flicker of somethingSee unspoken behind his eyes.Back in New York, Icarus and I had kick-started our wedding plans with all the excitement and chaos that comes with it. My mom and Andra practically took up residence at the penthouse, overseeing every detail with a mix of enthusiasm and mild panic. Genevieve and the twins were flying in next week to lend their support, and Louis was hard at work crafting my dress, just as he was tailoring Icarus’s suits
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-Nine
The sun was barely peeking through the heavy curtains when I stirred, the dull ache in my side pulling me from sleep. For a moment, I forgot where I was—until the scent of bergamot and sandalwood wrapped around me like a second blanket.Icarus.He was sitting beside me in the same clothes from yesterday, jacket tossed over the arm of the chair, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, jaw tight even in sleep. One of his hands was still clutching mine like he hadn't let go once.My chest tightened. God, he looked exhausted.I turned slightly, wincing as the sting in my side reminded me why I was in bed in the first place. The memory came back in pieces—gunfire, Persephone yelling, the sting of metal grazing my skin, Icarus's voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.I watched him for a long moment before whispering, “Psst… Sleeping Beauty.”His eyes snapped open, like he hadn’t really been asleep at all. “Jay Jay,” he breathed, sitti
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-Eight
The golden morning light spilled through the castle’s high windows. For once, everything felt quiet. Peaceful.I stood before the mirror in our room, slipping on a soft cream blouse and high-waisted slacks. Today was our last day in Italy. Tomorrow, Icarus and I would be flying back to New York — together. As Padrino and... whatever I was becoming.He’d left a note on the bedside table before dawn, a single pressed rose tucked into the fold.Meetings all morning. Be safe. Always. Love you. — II smiled, running my finger over the ink before slipping the note into my bag.Downstairs, Ophelia and Persphone were already waiting.Ophelia looked up from her espresso, her eyes narrowing playfully. “There she is, the woman of the hour.”Persphone grinned. “Ready for one last Italian spree before you’re dragged back to the skyscrapers and chaos?”I laughed. “Do I even have a choice?”“No,” they said in unison.A few hours later, we were three floors deep in a sun-drenched Milan boutique — rac
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-Seven
I woke to soft morning light spilling through the curtains, the room still wrapped in the lingering warmth of him—his scent, a heady mix of dark cologne and something uniquely his, comforting and intimate. My fingers reached out instinctively, brushing the empty space beside me, and a small ache settled in my chest. He wasn't there.Then my eyes caught the note on the bedside table, folded with care, his familiar handwriting flowing across the paper."Jay Jay,An emergency meeting pulled me to the study early this morning. Don't wait up for me at breakfast—I'll come to you as soon as I can. Until then, know that you're the first thought in my mind. —I"A soft smile curved my lips as I held the note close, warmth flooding through me. Even in his absence, Icarus found a way to reach me—through words, through this quiet promise.I was still curled up with the note in my hand when a soft knock at the door pull
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-Six
The dining hall of Castillo de Atheria looked like it belonged in a palace that had been dipped in shadow.A long, obsidian table stretched down the center of the room, polished to such a high sheen I could see our reflections in it. Gold-rimmed plates sat neatly on black silk runners, and the crystal glasses sparkled under the gothic chandeliers. Candlelight flickered in tall holders, casting uneven shadows on the stone walls. The room smelled of roasted meats, garlic, wine—wealth and tradition and something older than both.The staff had outdone themselves.A low hum of voices stopped the moment we entered.Icarus held my hand as we walked through the archway. His grip was steady—like he was reminding me I didn't come alone. Like I belonged beside him.Everyone turned.His father sat at the head of the table, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, his expression unreadable. Beside him was Icarus's stepmother— Genevieve cloaked in blue silk, her lips red, her gaze cool as glass. And, of cours
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-Five
The limo doors swung open. We stepped in. The drive was long, winding through the countryside, olive trees and vineyards passing in a blur. But it wasn't until the estate came into view that my heart truly stuttered.A sprawling villa of stone and ivy, nestled in the hills like a throne. Pillars, iron gates, soft lanterns flickering.Icarus didn't speak. He didn't need to.This was his kingdom.And I was about to walk into it-gifts in hand, heart in throat, wondering if they'd see me as queen... or trespasser.The limo glided through winding hills and cypress-lined roads—the kind of cinematic scenery you'd expect to find on a postcard. Only this was real, and I was living it.I tried to admire the beauty, I really did, but my nerves knotted tighter with every turn.Icarus hadn't let go of my hand since we stepped off the plane. Now, seated across from him in the limo's leather interior, I watched how calm he looked. Regal, even.He belonged to this place—the cool marble, the silent po
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