Chapter 10 - The Last Sunset
The wedding was not held in a grand cathedral or a sterile ballroom.
It was held at dusk in the open courtyard of the Marchetti estate, surrounded by the people who mattered: Dr. Aaron Keller, Gabriel Ferraro, a recovering Liam Donnelly standing proudly beside his sister, and Eleanor Moretti—who had sent a quiet, elegant handwritten note of blessing from afar.
There were no reporters, no hidden cameras, and no secret tests.
Maeve wore a simple, breathtaking ivory lace gown that caught the fading golden light of the October sun. As she walked down the stone aisle toward Elias, she didn't feel like a servant, a proxy, or a pawn. She felt like a queen who had built her throne out of the ashes of her own survival.
Elias waited for her at the altar, standing tall, unyielding, and completely exposed to the world for the first time in his life.
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When she reached him, he didn't wait for the vows to pull her close. He kissed her right there beneath the autumn stars, sealing a pact that no contract could ever capture and no enemy could ever break.
Down below, the dark waters of Lake Michigan rolled against the Chicago shoreline, eternal and deep. But inside the gates of the estate, the storm had passed forever, leaving behind a kingdom built on truth, fire, and an unbreakable, everlasting love.
