Page 308 of Legacy
And will keep leveling them until there’s nothing left but ash and us.
He kisses my forehead.
“I’ll talk to them,” he says softly. “I’ll tell them you’re family. That you’re not above them, you’re with them. They’ll know, Tesoro.”
He presses another kiss to my temple.
“Come inside,” he whispers. “Let’s celebrate us.”
He leads me to the loft door.
We step inside, and I hear it. Soft music playing low, like a secret.
As we climb the stairs, my breath catches.
The loft is covered in red roses and carnations.
Candlelight flickers across the walls like memory.
Two glasses and a chilled bottle of wine wait on the coffee table.
I step closer, stunned.
“Angelo… this is beautiful,” I breathe, awe blooming in my chest.
I turn to face him.
And gasp.
Angelo is kneeling, a velvet box open in his hand.
Inside is the blood ruby, now set into a gold band that glows in the candlelight. Fierce. Holy.
“What—”
His voice cuts in, low and reverent.
“Stay my wife, Adriana,” he murmurs. “But when this war ends, marry me. For real. In front of everyone. So the whole world knows you’re not just my queen.”
He looks up at me, voice thick with devotion.
“You’re mine. And I want the world to know you’re an Amato.”
The world slows.
Theneverythinghits me.
This is what I envisioned on every sleepless night I spent without him.
This moment. This man.
The candles. The roses. His voice saying my name like it means something sacred.
This is what I dreamed about when I let myself admit I still loved him, when I stopped pretending I could forget what it felt like to be his.
Every argument. Every tear. Every scar we carved into each other led me here.
Back to him.
