She Said She Didn’t Have a Boyfriend Yet—The Mafia Capo Heard Only One Word: “Yet.”

Three years after the defeat of the Corvo syndicate, the noise of the underworld, the chaos of the syndicate wars, and the ghosts of our past had entirely faded into obscurity.

Bellini & Moretti Atelier was internationally renowned, and Moretti Freight was a model of legitimate corporate governance.

It was a brilliant, sunlit Saturday afternoon in early autumn.

Noah and I were at the private coastal estate we had purchased in Rhode Island. It was a sprawling, modern masterpiece of glass and stone, sitting high on a bluff overlooking the glittering Atlantic Ocean. The air smelled of salt water, pine, and absolute freedom.

There were no bodyguards at the gate. There were no hidden ledgers in the safe. There was only peace.

I stood on the massive wooden deck, wearing a simple white sundress, holding a mug of chamomile tea. I looked out at the calm, endless expanse of the water.

I heard the soft patter of tiny footsteps behind me.

"Mommy!"

I turned just in time to catch our two-year-old son, Leo, as he launched himself into my arms. He had Noah’s piercing dark eyes and a shock of unruly hair. He was laughing, clutching a small, smooth stone he had found on the beach.

"Look what I found for you, Mama!" Leo beamed.

"It’s a treasure, my love," I smiled, kissing his chubby cheek and tucking the stone into the pocket of my dress.

Noah walked out onto the patio, carrying a plate of fresh fruit and pastries. He wore linen trousers and a loose white shirt, looking entirely at home. He set the plate down and walked over, wrapping his arms around both me and Leo, sealing us in an impenetrable fortress of pure, unadulterated love.

"The architects just sent over the final blueprints for the new wing," Noah murmured, kissing the top of my head. "We have plenty of room for when Leo decides he wants a dozen siblings."

"One masterpiece is quite enough, Mr. Moretti," I laughed softly, leaning back into his solid embrace.

Noah turned me around in his arms. His dark eyes searched mine, filled with an intense, protective adoration that still took my breath away. He hadn't tried to save me from the storms. He had simply stood beside me and handed me the steel I needed to forge my own destiny.

"You know," Noah said softly, his thumb gently tracing the line of my jaw. "For a woman who walked into a dangerous tailor shop years ago looking for a fresh start, you built one hell of a kingdom."

"We built it together," I whispered, reaching up to lace my fingers through his dark hair.

I looked out at the glittering water catching the afternoon sun. The world would always be ruthless. There would always be new predators, new challenges, and new storms on the horizon.

But as Noah held me close, holding our son against his chest, surrounded by the untouchable peace we had built together out of fabric and truth, I knew with absolute, unshakable certainty that we were invincible.