Forevermore
Jericho, Santiago, and Celeste stood together at the vineyard, overlooking the land.
“This is ours,” Jericho said. “All of it.”
Santiago nodded. “Not by law. By blood.”
Celeste smiled. “And by choice.”
Maria joined them, her belly round with life.
“Our children will know the truth,” she said. “And they’ll be stronger for it.”
The wind rustled through the vines, carrying the whispers of generations.
The Del Fuego name had been built on power, secrecy, and pride.
Now, it would be rebuilt on truth.
And the legacy would live on—forevermore.
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