I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 62
The private jet touched down in Naples by late afternoon. Dominic walked through the doors of the Amalfi villa, weary from travel but carrying the undeniable aura of victory. When the boys saw him walk into the courtyard, they rushed over, lifting him up in a joyful, boisterous group embrace. Dominic laughed, burying his face in their familiar warmth. The threat from Geneva was neutralized, and the northern faction was reduced to dust.
