Chapter 31

SELENE'S POV“Make a well in the center of the flour,” he instructed, his hand covering mine to guide my movements. “Like this. Not too deep, or the eggs will run everywhere. Trust me, I learned that the hard way when I was seven. Flour got everywhere—in my hair, in Elena’s hair, all over the floor. My mother was not pleased… but she laughed anyway.”I laughed, imagining a small, serious Lorenzo covered in flour. “I bet you were a stubborn child.”“The worst,” he admitted with a grin. “I thought I knew everything. Elena was the only one who could ever talk me down from my pride. She would tease me until I couldn’t stay angry anymore.”We worked together, our hands touching often as we mixed the dough, kneaded it until it was smooth and elastic, then rolled it out into thin, delicate sheets. The conversation flowed easily now, more natural than it had ever been.“Your turn to share something,” he said, dusting flour from his hands and lean

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Chapter 32

selene's povWe spoke of our hopes for the future, too—not in grand, sweeping plans, but in small, intimate details. He wanted to learn to play the piano properly, not just the few songs Elena had taught him. I wanted to learn to paint, to capture the beauty of this place on canvas. We talked about the home we would build together—filled with light, with books, with music, with the sound of laughter. We talked about children, someday, when the world was safer, when we could give them the kind of childhood we both deserved but only one of us had truly known.“Do you ever fear it?” I asked softly. “Fatherhood. After everything you’ve been through. After Adrian.”His expression grew serious, but not sad. “I fear repeating my father’s mistakes. I fear being too hard, too demanding, too wrapped up in power to see what truly matters. But then I look at you, and I think… with you by my side, we could teach them better. We could give them the best parts of both of

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chapter 33

SELENE’S POVThe morning light spilled into the room in soft, golden streaks, gilding the edges of the rumpled sheets and painting faint patterns across the floor. I woke slowly, drifting upward from a sleep that had been deep and untroubled, the first conscious thought being warmth—Lorenzo’s body pressed close behind mine, his arm heavy and secure across my waist, his breath slow and steady against the nape of my neck. The air carried the faint, briny scent of the sea and the sweet perfume of jasmine drifting through the open terrace doors, and somewhere far below, the waves murmured their constant, ancient song against the cliffs.I lay still for a long moment, memorizing the feeling of this—his warmth, his strength, the quiet perfection of being held by someone who loved me completely. When I shifted slightly, his arm tightened instinctively, and a heartbeat later, his breathing changed. He woke as he always did—alert but calm, no startle, no confusion—turning h

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chapter 34

SELENE'S POVThe drive along the coast was quiet but comfortable, the sea sparkling like crushed sapphire on one side, green hills dotted with olive groves and vineyards rising on the other. Lorenzo drove slowly, one hand resting lightly on the wheel, the other covering mine where it lay on the seat between us. He pointed out landmarks as we passed, but his mind seemed elsewhere—somewhere between memory and hope.The chapel appeared around a bend in the road, built into the side of a cliff overlooking the sea, its stone walls weathered by centuries of wind and salt. It was small and humble, just as he had described, with a simple wooden cross above the door and a small graveyard beside it where wildflowers grew between the stones.We parked the car and walked slowly up the path, our footsteps soft on the grass. The air was still and quiet, broken only by the sound of the waves far below and the distant cry of seabirds. Lorenzo pushed open the heavy wooden

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Chapter 35

SELENE'S POV“I think she knows,” I told him earnestly, my hand resting over my heart. “I think she’s here, in this place, and she’s happy for us.”We stayed in the chapel for a long time, sitting side by side in the quiet, our hands clasped together, the ring on my finger warm and solid against my skin. We did not speak much; there was no need. The silence between us was full of understanding, of promise, of a love that had been tested and tempered and found unbreakable.When we finally stepped back outside, the sun was high and warm, the sky a flawless, endless blue. Lorenzo led me around the side of the chapel, along a narrow, winding path that climbed slightly up the cliff face, until we reached a small, flat ledge hidden from view, just as he had described. Below us, the sea stretched out endlessly, waves breaking white and silver against the dark rocks.“This is where we used to sit,” he said softly, sitting down and pulling me beside him. “

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epilogue

EPILOGUESELENE’S POVThe drive back to the city felt different than the journey to the villa had been. Then, we had been running—seeking refuge, seeking peace, seeking time to heal. Now, we returned not as fugitives, but as two people who had found themselves in each other, strengthened by the quiet days and honest conversations we had shared. Lorenzo’s hand rested firmly on mine where it lay on the seat between us, his grip steady and sure, the promise ring on my finger warm against my skin.The villa faded in the rearview mirror, but it did not feel like a loss. We carried it with us—in the way we looked at each other, in the ease between us, in the quiet certainty that whatever came, we would face it together.“Nervous?” Lorenzo asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as the city skyline came into view, tall buildings rising against the horizon like stone sentinels.“Not anymore,” I answered honestly, lacing my fingers throug

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