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 64
As the exhibition concluded, Dominic pulled Elena away into a quiet, sunlit alcove overlooking the bustling Roman streets. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, old-fashioned silver locket—the same one he had bought for her during their very first year together before the world tore them apart. He clicked it open, revealing a miniature family portrait of them and their four sons. "To the queen who brought me back from the dark," Dominic murmured softly, fastening it around her neck.
