Page 83 of The Don's Hidden Heir

He leans in, towering over me and his eyes don’t leave mine for a second. “It is. I love you, Elena. I loved you seven years ago and my God, I love you even more now.”

Butterflies awaken in my stomach and I’m blushing. “You can’t be serious?”

“I am.”

I’m dumbfounded for a minute, trying to process his words.

Dominic loves me.

He just confessed to me that he does.

It feels like a dream.

Fat, happy tears roll down my cheeks, making them even hotter. “I love you too, Dominic,” I croak through my tears. “From the moment we met, there has never been a time in my life I didn’t love you.”

He smiles and the twinkle in his eye draws me in like magnet. “Will you marry me, then?” He puts a hand in his pocket and removes a silver ring with a large diamond stone.

I offer my ring finger without hesitation. “Yes. I’ll marry you, Dominic.”

He chuckles as he slides the diamond ring on my finger. “It looks beautiful on you,” he says. “It was made for you. Just like my heart was.” He closes the space between us. “Thank you, Elena. Thank you for teaching me how to love, and for making me the happiest man on earth.”

“I love you, Dominic. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll love you beyond life and death, Elena. It’s a promise. And you know I never break my promises.”

I smile. “I know.”

Dominic leans in and kisses me.

Epilogue

Dominic

A year later…

Elena and I got married eight months ago in Italy. Our life ever since has been blissful and there’s nothing more I could have asked for.

I have the most beautiful wife.

The sweetest son.

A perfect family.

My life is nothing like I imagined it would be, still better than anything I could have dreamed of before we reconnected.

Everything was perfect until Marcus and Dante came knocking on my door this morning. I swear I don’t like the look on their faces. “Talk or get the hell out of my house,” I order them, furrowing my brows to show them how serious I am.

“Alexei called me. He has traced the missing shipment.”

“Oh, good.” I stare at him. “After all this time?” After the war with the Bratva, Alexei had informed me there was no trace of the shipment anywhere.

It was gone like it never existed.

“He traced it back to Victor Valentes.Capoof the Camorra,” Dante says. “I think you were right. The Russians were not our only enemies.”

“I’m never wrong.” I’m only wrong when I have an argument with my wife. She’s always right. Always.

“Keep a close eye on the Camorra. Alexei is an ally, but we can only trust ourselves for now.”

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